Tonight during our rock-a-bye time, I read Janessa the story of Beauty and the Beast (for the third time today). Afterwards, my very articulate 2 year old told me, in her usual continuous chatter--barely stopping to get breaths in . . .
"Mommy, you Belle. You go get dressed and then you can dance with daddy! And then (spoken with a scary voice and scrunched up nose with much emphasis) the beast comes! (resuming happy chatter) But then daddy saves you! And then you dance with daddy. Daddy is much stronger then the beast. He can't get him. He keeps us safe, right mom? The beast no get him. Mom, you Belle. Okay mom?"
Okay, Janessa, I'll be Belle if I get to dance with daddy :) and wear a beautiful dress . . . after all, she is my favorite disney princess. :)