Finje no longer wants to be a bat for fasching. Whilst admitedly slightly put out after I had toiled to make her some wings, I am secretly thankful that she will not be showcasing my pathetic efforts in kindergarten.
Yesterday, she returned form a visit to a friend's house and with appropriate humility announced she had renewed plans. Now this particular friend is quite the girly girl.
She loves all things pink, plays "mother" to a plethora of dolls and will be attending fasching, unsurprisingly, as a princess.
So I was relieved to discover Finje's new costume idea bore no relation to anything tulle, flouncy or rose-coloured. With her friend as a princess, Finje rejuvenated her desire to become a knight in shining armour. That pleased me on a number of levels but mainly because I had seen a knight's costume in the local toy shop at 503A2Fwww.parentdish.co.uk2F032Fachtung-baby-or-feminism-and-our-daughters%2F&layout=standard&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=80" style="border: medium none; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 80px;">