We got some cute dolls to go with our dollhouse. Not fancy, but cute. But not princesses. The princesses have taken over the doll house.
Ainsley's favorite dolls are these rubber Disney princesses that we got when they went on clearance. Not what I pictured my daughter playing with a few years ago when visions of wooden, handmade, or cloth toys danced in my head - before my daughter's own desires got in the way. As of right now, the brand means nothing to her - just princesses.
The dolls we got her, they're polite. They're good tenants. They don't make a lot of noise. Family people.
The princesses are a whole 'nother story. They party. They look all sweet when they show up at the house - look at how proper they are -
but they party hard.
I walked in on a hot tub party once.
And Disney princesses party differently than us. Instead of lampshades on their heads, they have birds. You don't even want to know how drunk she was when I took this picture.
When I go to clean up, I find three of them crashed on the couches while the woodland creatures they invited are making a mess, crowding out my cute wooden family dolls.
Belle's in the shower - fully clothed. That must be a heck of a hangover. Unicorn juice'll do that to you.
Snow White's on the toilet - at least her head's not in it. Maybe she didn't party as hard as the others.
I was laughing about how at least these are Disney princesses, so there wouldn't be bras hanging from the chandelier. I'd forgotten that somebody invited Ariel.
It's really not surprising that Ains has to be doing repairs already.
This isn't the dollhouse play I pictured. It's better. As Steph says, it's nice starting the day with a free smile.