Princess Party at Chick-Fil-A

Starting yesterday afternoon, Anna seemed to be feeling a little better. This was great news because we had promised to take her to tonight's highly awaited Chick-Fil-A Princess Party. One of our local franchises thought it would be a good idea to throw a party that involved painting your fingernails, decorating wands, and getting your picture taken with costumed Disney Princesses. Every little girl that came dressed as a princess received a coupon for a free milkshake. On the way to the restaurant I said to Brad (in my ignorance of the appeal of princess parties), "I wonder if we will be the only people that show up in costume?" I was imagining maybe a hand full of families attending, getting weird looks from the rest of the patrons. Boy was I wrong. It was worse than being at Disneyland in June. The line for the activities wrapped all the way around the inside of the building and out the door. The employees were frantically awarding coupons. I was tempted to just leave. However, all of my children were very happy to be there in the mob. For close to two hours we surrounded ourselves with pink and purple balloons and living preschool replicas of every commercialized princess known to video. I need to add that Ben, having felt slightly left out of the pre-party excitement, decided to go as a king. Also, in an appropriate representation of the complexity of her character, Anna opted to wear, not a tiara, but a baseball cap. Go Anna.