For the past three years I’ve spent my Saturday evenings with simply the girliest little girl quite possibly in existence. Eve (also known as “Evie”) at three years old is well versed in everything Disney, princessy, pink or purpley–and you’d better believe if it’s all of the above she owns it, loves it, wears it, and sleeps with it.

Eve: I am Belle and you are Princess Laura (that’s Princess “Aurora” from Sleeping Beauty for those of you rusty on your Disney trivia)
Me: Well, but, Eve…I have brown hair and you have blonde hair. How about I be Belle and you be Aurora? (I mean, really, it’s obvious I am Belle through and through)
Eve: NO. You are Princess Laura and I am Belle and the Beast is mine.

Them’s fighting words, Evie.