No, no...YOU gourd head.

I took my pumpkins to the pumpkin patch today. It was a bit chillier than I planned, but it just made it feel that much more like Fall. Olivia truly was Stinkerbell today - she was just plain grumpy. She was mad that the pumpkins were hard to hold - the top is prickly and the bottom was muddy. She got mad when the pumpkin vines tripped her and her jeans got muddy. She cried when Meredith got to go potty in the portapotty and she didn't (after all, they are really alluring). She didn't want to get hay on her jacket. I think the day turned around when she picked a couple of green gourds from the cardboard box in the checkout area. We could have done that at the grocery store...

Damn Disney

So I was just informed by my 5 year old that she only has 11 more years until she's 16 and she can get married. Now I was taken back by this statement for two reasons. First, the obvious, that she can do math. They're still teaching her to write her numbers in preschool. But second, that in her Disney-infected brain, you only have to be 16 to get married. When I questioned her about it she made sure to point out that it was on Princess Aurora's 16th birthday that she pricked her finger on the spinning wheel, and thus, shortly after got married to the handsome prince. Granted, the movie was released in 1959, so maybe things were a bit different waaay back then. But still, the Little Mermaid was just a decade or so ago, and little Ariel can't be a day over 16. And what do you know, she falls in love and decides to leave her father and sisters for a boy. A boy she hasn't even had a conversation with (due to the whole sea-witch-stealing-her-voice thing). I'm all for a fantasy or fairy tale, but in a little girl's head, these princesses are the coolest. After all, they live in castles (or better yet, under the sea), they wear cool dresses and shoes, have friends that are inanimate objects, and get to sing all day. What a life. Wait...that sounds suspiciously like the lives of Stinkerbell and Cindersmella...