The Princess Party has come and gone and Ruby is none the worse for wear. Despite the omnipresent generic princess decor, Ruby has yet to ask to be saved from any dragons (although she does need rescuing from the occasional uncooperative button).
Ruby chose to dress in her bee costume (her other option was ladybug) and she was the only non-princess among the half-dozen girls. But crinoline and satin bodices notwithstanding, it was about what you’d expect from a gather of three- and four-year-olds: chasing, screaming, stickers, face painting, and juice boxes. Ruby made the most of being a bee among the lilies of the kingdom and spent her time chasing everyone around. She didn’t seem to mind that she was the only non-princess among the girls. The fact is, I really wasn’t worried so much what she would think — it was the parents I was worried about, and what they’d think of the dork who brought his kid in a bee costume to the princess party.
Which brings us to the best part of the whole experience: spending time with Ruby’s classmates and their parents. I only get to make a very brief appearance at Ruby’s school once per week before rushing off to catch a bus, and so I don’t get much opportunity to chat with the parents or get to know them or their kids. But Ruby is going to be spending lots of time around these people for the next few years, and she’ll be invited to more birthdays, playdates, and the like. It was good for me to have some pleasant conversations with several of the parents and get to know them a bit better.
p.s. The decor (princess decals strewn about the house) and a Princess Pageant Castle Cake did confirm my earlier conception of the Princess meme (or at least the way it is marketed). These ladies do nothing but stand around — can’t one of the them hop on a horse, pull out a book, or even, you know, walk somewhere? Even a model’s strut would be a step up from the static subvervient pose these princesses present.