I didn’t mean to do it. I really, really didn’t care if two youngish people I don’t know got married on Friday. However, I turned on the television at 5:45 anyway, just to kill time until my tea was brewed and the oatmeal was ready. I’m glad I did because I had forgotten one very important thing. I live with a Princess Freak. It’s not a her fault really, it’s kind of a stage, like the whole dinosaur and truck thing at age three (yes, someone who cannot say the word orange—it came out oringin—could say tyrannosaurus) or the horse fever that’s bound to hit in about two more years. She’s mad for princesses and here was a soon to be princess, getting ready to meet her prince. We started watching just as Kate Middleton was getting out of the car and we made it all the way to the end of the service before we had to leave for work and school, bravely bearing the disappointment of missing the carriages and horses, secure in the knowledge that we would probably be able to see it all in a reprise the next day. Disney has messed her up and she couldn’t remember that the Prince’s name is William. He was easily replaced in her mind with Princes Eric, Phillip (no, not 90 year old Prince Phillip) and Naveen. For her the prince didn’t matter—there was a barrel full of ceremony, a kiss on the balcony and in the end, a real, live princess. I’m kind of glad I turned on the television.
The Sleeping Beauty retold and illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman
The Serpent Slayer: and other stories of strong women by Katrin Tchana
The Seven wise princesses: a medieval Persian epic retold by Wafa Tarnowska
Pocahontas: princess of the New World by Kathleen Krull