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 glare that could melt bones and tut or flounce or roll her eyes and tell me WHY she’s SO not a a damn Princess.
But it seems, here it’s allowed. Strangers are allowed to call her what her family cannot.
She giggles and blushes a little and tells anyone who’ll listen what just happened.
I do not recognise my own daughter.
But this photo; ah yes, this photo is my Princess ALL OVER! Look at that sass.