Someday My Prince Will Come. I think.
Someday my prince will come.
Last February, I ran the Princess Half Marathon at Disney World.
Athletes get to pick their favorite Disney princess to be emblazoned on their bib.
I picked Snow White. For I was she. And she was me.
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When I was three years old, my mother changed pediatricians.
The good Dr. Hitchcock came in the room and young Jamester sitteth on the table.
“Nice to meet you Tracy,” the nice man said. (I went by Tracy then. Long story.)
My reply.
“I’m not Tracy. I’m Snow White.”
Linking up with MamaKat again, I have to select prompt number 4.) If you had to choose a Disney princess to live the rest of your life as…which princess would you choose and why?
Snow White.
Because I always have been Snow White.
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But I wouldn’t pick Snow living with her prince.
I would be Snow White living in the cabin with the seven.
My horrid housekeeping skills would have already driven them off and I would have the entire place to myself.
Birds would perch on my finger and deers would snuggle as I sing to them in a tremulous falsetto.
Of course the evil stepmother would always be lurking out there — dreaming up some way to do me in. But I’d chose to ignore danger and the fact that an poison apple with my name on it would inevitably arrive.
Okay. I would miss my kids eventually.
I’d stop playing hard-to-get and let the prince kiss me.
But we’d have to set up house in the cabin in the woods.
What do you think? Which princess would you choose?
