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A Fairy Princess Halloween!

Last night my daughter's ballet class had a Halloween party. The whole family was invited to watch.

She's been trick-or-treating for three years now. The first year she was a princess. Last year she was a fairy. And this year... a fairy princess!

I knew princesses were popular, but I had no idea how popular. There are 17 girls in her ballet class. We had a Minnie Mouse, a pirate, a witch, and no kidding, 14 variations of the princess.

Each of the Disney princesses were represented at least once. We had a mermaid princess, a Snow Princess, and at least six fairy princesses. They went around the circle, each describing their costume.

A few seconds later the pirate explained that she was a pirate princess. Not to be outdone, the witch called herself an evil Princess. Poor Minnie Mouse looked like an outcast!


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