We left the house to get Drano and medicine and came home with four Disney princesses.

I do not know this happened.

I only know that I am eating big juicy spoonfuls full of my former declarations.

“She won’t wear gobs of pink.”

Gulp.

“We won’t do all that girly stuff like painting toe nails.”

Gulp.

“She’s not going to be all into princesses. Yuck.”

Belch.