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Adventures with Princess fill-in-the-blank

When Kate wakes up she lets us know who she is. Each morning it's a different princess or fairytale gal. When we open our door into the market, the women cry, "Who are you today Princess????" And, when she's in a good mood, she will say,"My name is Kate, but I call myself Ariel. or Odette. or Rapunzel. or Belle. or Fiona. or Cinderella. or Snow White.

In a nutshell, our daughter has been replaced by a Disney character.

She is also a Donald Trump accolyte. She makes lots of deals. Many of these deals center around walking (walkies), being held (holdies), and eating (ice pop vs broccoli) "Let's make a deal," she'll say, "holdies down the stairs and walkies in the market." That's a very fair deal. Sometimes the deals get desperate and Donald Trump becomes Donald Duck. "Here's my deal, HERE'S MY DEAL... Ice pop first and then some pizza." "MY DEAL is playing first and then reading and then a bath." "THAT'S MY DEAL, YOU HAVE TO LET A KID MAKE A DEAL..." This last one is usually said from a prostrate position.

So, we finally went to the local Chinese restaurant for my first down home Chinese meal. As soon as we sat down, the waiter removed the luscious condiment tray, filled with sauces of many colors and hotness, and replaced it with a small plastic salt shaker. I ignored this, and everything else, consumed by what we would consume from the 6 page menu filled with the tasty Asian treats of my fantasies. At a certain point, Peter gave up trying to make suggestions and just told me to order. It must have been the fact that I was openly salivating... There I am, ordering up a storm, (completely confusing the waiter who is desperately trying to save me from my own stupidity by explaining in broken English that I'm ordering enough for a family of 16) while Peter seems to be moving Kate around the table. I'm vaguely aware that something is upsetting him, but I can't be bothered because I'm busy doing a mime of someone eating something hot - I want those condiments back on the table.

A word about mime. It's very useful. I actually mimed the following incredible thing: "What do I do if I don't like it and I want to return it? Do I get my money back or a store credit?" I really should get the Academy Award for that one. When the show was done and the question answered, the saleswoman actually applauded me. She even wanted me to do it again for her colleague - but I don't perform on command.

Back to the restaurant. I've finally agreed to order only 5 dishes. Even this much-reduced order is making the waiter crazy. He keeps counting our heads and shaking his own head. But, I just want the damn food. I come back to earth and realize that Kate is now sitting next to me in her makeshift highchair, but she has arched her entire body around to gaze at the television screen behind her. Peter is glaring at me. I turn around just in time to catch a gaudily made-up Samurai plunge his long sword into another Samurai diva. Kate says, "oooooo." I tell Peter that I don't think seeing this violent dance of death is going to scar her for life, but I do think she's going to get permanent neck problems from turning all the way around to watch the show. Peter moves her chair next to him and, while we blow our brains out trying every sauce on the infamous condiment tray, Kate (and all the other patrons of this restaurant) spends the next 45 minutes completely entranced by the Korean soap opera now playing on three television screens.

We took home 5 boxes of leftovers. It felt just like home, only tastier and no fortune cookies!


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