Kate received a tent that fits over her bed from Santa this past Christmas. A mere 3 months later the thing was completely falling apart. There was only one thing to do. From Eddie Bauer we went to Sleeping Beauty. Of course. It required us to do some rearranging in the bedroom, which suited Sarah just fine, as it granted her better access to the Hello Kitty CD player. Big button-pusher, that Sarah. The entire change was greeted with general merriment.
Well, mostly. Lola didn't really care at all.
At around 9:00, a couple hours after setting up the princess bed, we heard Kate wailing. I ran up to see what was the cause. I found her buried in gauzy pink, the satiny canopy of the princess bed atop her whimpering head. It looked something like this:
She was positively devastated, so I made every effort not to laugh at the sight of her. I unearthed her, all damp with tears, and did a temporary safety pin fix to the cheapass piece of crap canopy, hung it back up and soothed her royal highness back to sleep. I will have to sew a patch and a reinforced loop into that thing and hope for the best, but princesses of this age seem to have some difficulty understanding "stop pulling on that thing!" This is likely to end badly.