Cinderella. Holy Shit. The girl is addicted.
She watched it for the first time a few weeks ago, and it held her attention for approximately 22 minutes. So I didn’t think anything of it when I popped it into her overnight bag when she stayed at her grandparents’ the weekend Pat and I went out of town. Well, that was apparently when the obsession started.
Perhaps, it was because we were away, and she was looking for a little enchantment to fill the void of absent parents, or maybe she was just bored, but whatever it was, she came home with with a new obsession.
Now she carries around the Cinderella DVD case all day long. Seriously, the girl carries around a DVD case! Who does that? It goes wherever she goes, and she insists on watching the movie several times a day. Well, crap, I’m not the kind of mother that sits her child in front of the T.V. all day, so I of course limit her viewing to once-ish a day, but you’d think her brains were on fire when I tell her she cannot watch it when she is at the park, or in the car, or laying in her bed.
The obsession continued as of last night, when her best friend, Cailey Bea came with a Christmas gift for Berlyn. Well, wouldn’t you know, it was a Cinderella figurine set.
Now the Cinderella mania is heightened to a new degree of craze: She lines up all the dolls in compulsive lines and then picks up each one and has a conversation with them, before placing it back down in the same exact spot she retrieved it from. It’s all very neurotic, but the fact that she’s not even 2 makes it dismissible. I suppose if she is still doing it at 23, then we might have an issue.