The twins are obsessed with all things Princess-like. And no, I don’t mean the new Duchess of Cambridge, I mean proper princesses, of the Disney variety. Princesses who don tiaras every day and wear crackle in the dark polyester gowns drenched in sequins and faux-lace.
We were gifted a dressing up box from a friend a few months ago and whilst the girls enjoyed a brief dressing-up phase, for the past few months we’ve been spared the static shocks every time we went near them.
However, September has arrived, and with it, a renewed enthusiasm for all things regal. The brunette can’t even contemplate a meal without first adorning herself in at least 2 chiffon skirts and a sequinned tiara.
The blonde is more into shoes and handbags (takes after her mother), and will only face the day once she’s put on a pair of fluffy Barbie heels and dangled an elephant clutch bag round her neck. The worrying thing is that she’s become so good at teetering around, she can now run in heels far more competently than I can!
All this is very sweet and extremely predictable in a household of two girls, but what is becoming a slight concern, is that the twins now believe they really are princesses.
I hold myself partly responsible. Whenever the blonde or the brunette appears in yet another of their sparkly numbers, I have to admit to telling them they look ‘just like a princess’, a phrase that is now much copied.
When they wake in the morning I can hear the blonde telling the brunette with confidence that she looks ‘just like a princess’ and the big brother has also been known to reiterate this fact to his little sisters.
All of which seems to have cemented in the girls’ minds that they are, in fact, princesses. Things came to a head at lunchtime when the brunette was refusing to get into her highchair for lunch. She ran the length and breadth of the dining room, giggling all the way, whilst shouting ‘No highchair, I’m too busy running’.
I told her she was a monkey, at which point she fixed me with a knowing stare and replied,
“Mummy, I am NOT a monkey. I don’t like ‘nanas and I am a REAL princess”.
To which the blonde nodded knowingly.
I’m not sure quite how to break it to them…