The above dress was given as a hand-me-down from my friend Stacey’s daughter to NikkiZ. It’s a little big for her, but it just makes it look a bit more formal as it hangs all the way to the floor, making her feel even more like a princess than she would if it fit. She has worn this almost once a day since we brought it home last week. It became a HUGE deal to get her out of the dress for any sort of activity where Ariel’s Bridal Gown might be inappropriate (like bathtime). Just when I was starting to wish we had never accepted the costume from Leah, MrZ discovered a certain power the dress possessed. The power to DISCIPLINE.
Whenever NikkiZ did something she shouldn’t do? MrZ discovered that all it took was the threat to take the “Princess Dress” away and NikkiZ would shape up almost immediately. Use the potty? Yep. Clean up her toys? Yep. Mow the grass? Sure! She did everything we asked as long as we wouldn’t take away her precious dress.
I’m totally writing a parenting book now.