moving to the country?

This is what happens when you have a 5-year-old neighbor who is into princesses and all manner of plastic crap. She proudly packed up a big box of dress-up things she no longer needed/fit into and brought them to Mia. While the effort was sweet, it contained no less than 7 pairs of plastic high heels. My God. Henry actually took to a purple strappy pair immediately but thankfully I managed to box those babies back up. Never in a million years would I have guessed that a Disney princess apron ("dreaming of dancing" of course) and princess chef hat existed. Now I know.