Sometimes I wonder if I'm warping my children. First, a little brief background for you newbies--I have 4-year-old identical twins. Their initials are L and R, and I call them Left and Right because that's how we know which is which in early pictures of them. Coincidentally, our son's name starts with C, and he goes in the center, but we can usually tell which one is him, because we're smart like that.
Anyway. Last night, Right was playing with a Sleeping Beauty doll, and I got out a grasshopper finger puppet and waved it around saying, "I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I need a princess to eat!"
And she replies in her high-pitched mock princess voice, "Noooo! Noooo! Don't eat me! I'm so beautiful!"
Ahem. Sorry, kid. That doesn't fly in the Harris household. I calmly explained to her that brains will get you out of any situation, including attack by giant grasshopper, better than beauty will any time. And then we came up with a plot to distract the giant grasshopper by feeding it lots of lettuce. It was all going great until she decided to have Sleeping Beauty chop its head off.
Walt Disney might not have gone for that, but I'm kinda proud.