Mia is delighted that everyone she comes into contact with here at Disneyland, Florida calls her princess.
If I ever attempted such a thing she’d fix me with a steely glare and tut or flounce off or tell me WHY she’s SO not a princess.
But here it seems it’s allowed.
She giggles and blushes a little and tells anyone who’ll listen what just happened.
WHAT did they do to my daughter?
Of course, her true self always shines through in the end . . . My kind of princess!