This article, entitled The Princess Tea Party and Why I Need A Support Group… comes from Danielle Herzog's blog Martinis and Minivans at martinisandminivans.com.

You know how they make support groups for the families of alcoholics, like Al – Anon and such. Well, I’m starting to think that they need to create a support group for families of toddler girls who are addicted to princesses. Maybe I can be the founding member. I highly doubt I would be the only member.

My daughter is going to be four soon and I think she believes she was put on this earth to worship all princesses. At first, I tried to steer her away from this world (see previous post here about this subject) but now, I have come to accept her addiction and try to support her by wearing tiaras, fancy shoes, and any other dress up item she has made me suffer through.

In my attempts to show my support of her “illness,” I took her to a Princess Tea Party at the Omaha Children’s Museum. If you have ever wondered what it would look like to have a small child on an excessive amount of caffeine, I’m pretty sure my girl looked the part on Saturday night. She was so excited I was worried that she might puke all over the princesses when she met them from all the butterflies in her stomach. However, she stayed strong and the smile never left her face.

The three princesses played the part to the fullest degree – so much so that I had a hard time making eye contact with them for fear that I would start laughing at their high-pitched voices and there constant use of princess hand waving. However, my daughter couldn’t get enough of it. When they sat down next to her to drink tea together, she beamed with delight. When they held her hand during Ring Around The Rosie, she looked up at them with adoration. And when the end of the night came and they hugged her goodbye, she turned to me and said, “Mommy, I hugged a princess, a real princess.”

And maybe in a few years, she’ll lose interest in all things princess, but it was awesome to make her dreams come true for just one night. Especially when I have to tell her someday that those were just college girls in costume trying to make some summer money….