Jill: “Teacher, I have a beautiful story, you know?”
Me: “Really, what?”
Jill: “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess and her name is Snow White. There was a witch who was very ugly and in all black. (Etc etc) then the Prince kissed her and they lived happily ever after.”
Hahaha. I loved how she called it a beautiful story, but as she was telling it to the adult me, it sounded so creepy and sinister. I do remember though, that when I was young, it really did sound like a beautiful story. But now.. all these “fairy tales” just sound creepy and laden with underlying messages. Yes, I am going to be THAT parent. The judgey warrior mother who feeds her child organic food, no fastfood, and says no to fairy tales. Watch my dreadlocks fly as my child and I ride by a bicycle to the farmer’s market buying local produce. Yeah in that sick fantasy, I’m out of this country too. Hehe.
And I asked her, “Jill, can the witch wear pink?”
“NO! Witches only wear black!”
Oh innocence. I have missed you.
