i was wrong--it wasn't a potato chip, it was cheetos. (and no, it wasn't me).
in my arrogance, i thought rudi and i were immune. oh, i didn't worry about the occasional (ok, near daily) ingestion of a "processed food product", but i had carefully created a dome of silence in our home regarding all things disney. there were to be no languishing princesses here, no charming princes to save the day, no playing that the only skills worth cultivating were sweeping and singing.
and i was so proud of myself. safely ensconced in a non-disney bubble, ella had no idea about being rescued--no, her heroes were explorers and adventurers, doers and makers, problem solvers and rescuers--she loved dora, and diego, little bear and franklin, the "backargins" and the wonder pets and maggie and sportacus and all the other wonderful inhabitants of the lands of noggin and nick jr.
and then she met "m". m. was obsessed with the entire disney royal retinue, esp. snow white. she didn't play anything unless she pretended to be snow white, assigning supporting roles from the movies to all her friends. and thus was ella introduced to the beings that to me will forever be known as the damn disney princesses (DDP). the next thing i knew, ella had made herself a "majesty chair", where she sat. and sat. and sat. while she waited for a prince to rescue her.
and with that, my dream of insulating her from all that inertia was dashed forever. so i did the only reasonable thing i could do: i turned disadvantage into advantage. the DDP are now my little workers, providing me a free curriculum that covers a wide range of subjects including history, personal character, psychology and symbolism, religion, metaphysics, literature, fine arts, architecture, music--even such "mundane" things as vocabulary and spelling.