It amuses me how, no matter how hard I try or how much I promised my own mother, when it comes down to having a daughter, I can't help but spend ages planning her outfits. I find myself 'popping in'to fairy shops 'just looking ' while secretly longing for her to be old enough to appreciate a dressing up box.
My son is old enough and does have a dressing up box, but it just isn't quite the same.
Yet I enjoy watching him role play Star Wars meets Harry Potter whilst taming the Dragons of Berk and wielding a sword along with his light sabre.
Every year we plan his birthday party and I wallow in the fun of making suitable party favours that are not just sweets or cheap and nasty toys, but which fit with the theme. We've made magic wands and popcorn filled dementor hands, bug boxes, shields, swords, coats of arms and other crazy things.
But the fairy shop still draws me in, enticing me to play dolls with my daughter. ......
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