We assumed gender appropriate roles when assembling Christmas gifts: Brooklyn got a Princess Palace; Bryson a basketball hoop! I was eager to complete my mission. Nine steps, 6 screws, and 3 batteries to build a beautiful palace, according to the instructions. Simple enough! Halfway through my job, I hear the boys shootin hoops in the room next door.
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| Look at that form! |
His was easier than mine - besides, it's not a race; it's the end result...and mine will be
so much better! Thirty minutes and
19 steps later, I'm feeling a bit frazzled with a very impatient princess waiting to enter the palace with Snow White. Almost two hours later, multiple denials of the need for help, and three disassemblings later, the palace was complete! And it exceeded her...and her brother's...expectations!
Not a day has passed that I haven't found them playing in the palace. All the animals from Noah's Ark (and a few Sesame Street characters) have come to know the palace, too.
Bryson loves to put the princesses on their pedestals and spin the dancefloor as the music plays while he rocks from side to side. (He can only get away with this when Daddy's not around, of course!)
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