If I had a daughter, I would be terrified that she’d go down the “I am actually a Disney Princess” route. I can’t tell you how many little girls I see in the parks with the full princess outfit on, and you just know their parents are going to spend the entire trip going from one princess meet-and-greet to the next. I don’t know if the line to meet Anna and Elsa is still three hours long, but it was last trip. Guh.
Having said what I did above, I had zero interest in meeting Disney characters when I was a kid, and neither did my little sister, thankfully. I’ll happily stand in a (short) line to meet Scrooge McDuck, however, because he’s awesome.
