I blame her father for this, or maybe her grandmother, or anyone else that has called her "princess" in the last 2 1/2 years. She insists that we call her Snow White, and this morning, while enjoying her sippy cup of milk stretched out on MY bed, started asking where her "charm prince" was. Maybe it's her brother's fault, for pulling out a pirate shirt and cowboy pants and calling himself the prince. Either way, this certainly can't be my fault. It's not like I helped her put the dress on, did her hair, or painted her toenails...oh wait, yes I did.