The Marvelous Miss B made a startling announcement the other day: she no longer likes Disney Princesses.
I know! Shocking. Although she amended that. She likes Jasmine and Mulan, but that’s it.
Her new aspiration is to be a teenager. This is far better than being a princess. The evidence:
As a teenager, she is in charge of 2-3 younger siblings. (Where these siblings come from, I have no idea. The ether, perhaps.) She has car keys and “driving lessons.” She has a best friend named Casey. They talk a lot on the cell phone. The one-sided conversations go something like this:
“Oh, Casey, that’s just great. That’s really great. Oh, I know … that’s just great, Casey.”
Apparently, things are going great with Casey. And no matter who is on the phone, she ends the conversation with: “Love you, bye.”
And, Miss B has a boyfriend. His name is Jason, because that’s a “cool” name. He has flat hair and bangs (also cool) and possibly a boy necklace. Once, when Jason called, she looked at me, then pulled out her phone with a sigh.
“He always calls me,” she said in a he’s a boy, what can you do about it kind of way.
But perhaps the best part of Miss B’s secret life is her brother is the younger sibling. This drives him crazy, even when I explain to him how she longs to be older, stronger, bigger–just once.
And in her secret life, she is.