Children are so surprising. We just returned from the Alliance Francais Christmas party and my little patriot was transformed magically into a fairy princess by Santa Claus. Thanks Santa Claus!
They had Christmas presents for the children and they were picked out by age and gender, so she got a little princess costume. A couple of days ago, she threw a temper tantrum when I mentioned wearing a dress. Well, I was threatening to make her wear a dress if she didn’t pick out some pants and a long-sleeve shirt to wear, but nevermind. Now after Santa Claus gave her a fairy outfit to wear and to my delight, she is happily spinning around like a little ballerina, turning her mother and I into frogs.
I don’t know if she’ll ask me to enroll her yet in a ballet class, but the fairy costume is certainly entertaining. She gave me a good spin and so I know she likes to dance. Anyways, I love ballet as an art and it would be fun to watch her learn it. She’s warmed up to fairy ballerinas since we listened to the Nutcracker together yesterday, and was very interested to learn about the Rat King and how Clara bashed him with her slipper and saved the prince.
Yes, that is a thick layer of lip gloss mixed with chocolate cake on her face. My wife had the good sense to toss the body glitter and the fingernail polish. When she asked me what it was, I lied and told her it was stuff for coloring. 
Having a four-year-old really makes Christmas fun. The line between reality and fantasy is so blurry in their little minds. Even though we don’t make a big deal of Christmas of Santa Claus, she is just fascinated with idea. All the way back to the car, she kept asking me why Santa lands on people’s roofs? Because he needs to get to many houses and go down the chimney give the kids presents. Do we have a chimney? No. Why don’t we have a chimney? Because we don’t have a fireplace. Then Santa won’t come to our house? Yes, he’ll come through the door, but we have to make sure Teton doesn’t scare him away…
