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Disney and Dead Parents
Watch out!
Recently, my daughter started showing an interest in Disney movies.
While I don’t favor young children watching TV or having screen time, I make an exception one day a week and put on an animated movie while my daughter plays.
I say it’s a treat for her, but really it’s for me. Mama needs a freaking break!
Last week, Cinderella played in the background as my daughter played with her toy farm, train, tea set, twenty-seven books, every item from the laundry basket, cushions, pots and pans, three bags of pasta shells, and a Horcrux.
She’s so precious.
I monitored this natural disaster while pondering the question that is on every parent’s mind: Why the fuck isn’t it nap time?
While keeping one eye on the child who was eyeing up the wallpaper. I turned my attention to Cinderella. I love how Disney princesses always need a man to save them from their awful lives.
I assume Walt had never met a man or was on crack.
Someone needs to sue Disney for false advertising.
Or maybe they have a return policy? I have a truckload of men to return, please. They didn’t save shit.
I considered turning off the movie and providing my daughter with some data and…
