... that I can't shelter you from life. I've been avoiding the princess culture and merchandise targeted at little girls like you. I didn't want you to think of women, so early on, as helpless dependents, incapable of thought or action, whose only aspiration is a rich husband that they can get only if they are pretty.
You needed new bibs. At the store close to my work choices were limited, and the only one in the right price and size range, had princesses printed on. Since I never exposed you to princesses, and never even used that word, I saw no big harm in having one such item. I reluctantly completed my purchase, and at home, showed you the new bib as a matter of fact. At dinner, when Nine Roza (she is visiting) asked you which bib you wanted to use, you said "The Princesses." Where did you learn that? You're not even two.
Kiss,
Mommy
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