If you were to pick any day, rain or shine, and sneak into our home looking for Liv, this is most likely how you would find her. Dawned in an old tattered slip, wand in hand, princess shoes on, necklace or bracelet wrapped around her neck and arms to accessorize, reciting the Cinderella story. The only thing missing from her outfit in this picture, is her beloved tutu from Grandma Brown, because it just had to be washed.
I aspire to one day sew her some sparkly dress ups that actually fit her, and more resemble a princess than a kid in a raggedy slip, but for now I can be content in the fact that she doesn't even know the difference.
We have read the Cinderella book so many times now that Olivia is able to recite parts of it word for word.
"Coming Step-mother!" I often hear her shout.
Or
"Come now, dry those tears" (spoken by the fairy godmother to Cinderella in the book).
Or
"If you find something suitable to wear". I think she likes using the word suitable, it makes her feel grown up. :)
It's also fun to hear her paraphrase certain scenes in the book.
For example, Liv's very favorite page in the book is when Cinderella's ripped pink dress gets turned into a beautiful ball gown by her loving fairy godmother:
"And her turned a pumpkin into a carriage. And the miceies into horses. And Cinderella into a beautiful, beautiful princess. And her was so pretty, and she had on a light blue sparkly gown, and a blue necklace, and a sparkly head band, and sparkly glass slippers, and her was ready to go to the Rella Ball".

Or this
(Which I'm really considering sending into the Walt Disney publishers as an alternate ending to their happy tale:
"And her and the prince got married in the temple, and then they went home and put on their pull ups, and put on their jammies and went to bed".
"And they lived happily ever after".
Ahhh.
Would that I could freeze that idea for like 15 or 20 years. . . ;)
The best part of this make believe world, or shall I say the worst part, is that we often get to be included in the show. I say worst speaking for myself of coarse, because I get to be the lucky one who always, and I repeat, ALWAYS gets relegated to being the wicked step-mother. What can I say? I guess I'm a natural at it. Just as I'm sure the villain on most Hollywood flicks aspires to one day being the hero, I too aspire to some day be the Gus Gus or even dare I wish it, the Fairy Godmother.
It's OK. It is, because truly, if I was the crazy master-mind-Cinderella-director, I can't say that I would put me as Gus Gus either. Who would when you've got a little doey eyed Warner to fit the role so perfectly.

She really is a doll. She truly is sassy. She is so smart. She's even independent, but she's also sweet. And she is undoubtedly one of the most precious blessings in life.

