I got nervous at dinner the other night. My three-year-old, who had just watched the movie, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, began sharing her opinion about what each of us around the table should be named if we were, in fact, one of the Seven Dwarfs.
Now if you recall, the Dwarfs are fat little old men with huge noses and fitting names like Sneezy, Grumpy, Bashful and Dopey. I’d much rather be compared to Snow White myself, but Karly thinks the Dwarfs are funny and cute and apparently she’s picking up on their character qualities matching their names. And what’s more scary is that she’s noticing her own family members have some habitual character qualities of their own.
So I held my breath and listened. She stated the baby of our family would be Grumpy, her big brother, Happy, and herself, Fun. So far, so good. Mommy, she declared, would be Tired and Happy …and Daddy would be the Milkshake Maker.
Now, I’m not going to lie and say I wouldn’t rather be called Gorgeous or Brilliant as opposed to Tired and Happy, but I was rather pleased. I can handle Tired and Happy. In fact, that’s pretty spot on.
And, my Prince Charming does make a mean milk shake. I’d personally much rather have him come bearing a chocolate shake than on a white horse. What?! I would!
So, I don’t know about Happily Ever After… but Once Upon A Time I’m loving this Fairy Tale life of mine. Now… I need to go take a nap!