Cinderella has entered our lives

Lindsey discovered the story of Cinderella the other day.

She's had a puzzle of Cinderella for some time, and it's been her favorite puzzle to put together. So a couple of nights ago, while she was doing the puzzle, I told her the story of Cinderella. It's interesting telling a story without actually "reading" it from a book -- try it some time, then tell it again and again, and see how frequently the story is exactly the same. Then have a three-year-old point out to you all the indiscrepancies. "Mommy, what happened to her mice?" "Mommy, what about her glass slipper?"

Ah yes, the glass slipper. That has become the highlight of the story, the piece de resistance that cannot be forgotten.

Today we decided to buy the Disney "Cinderella" movie, since Lindsey was so fascinated. She loved it, of course, and watched it three times in a row. And Wayne and I sat down and watched it with her, it was a real trip down memory lane.


There's a point in the story (I had forgotten this scene) when she's ready to go to the ball with the pink and white dress that the mice and birds had made for her. When the stepsisters saw the dress, they tore it apart, tearing off all the little pieces that had been stolen from their rooms. By the time they were done Cinderella was in rags again and in no condition to be presented at a ball. I looked over at Lindsey and her lower lip was out and she had tears in her eyes. She felt so badly for Cinderella!

Of course, a few times we had to correct her that Cinderella was going to a ball and not a ballgame. Slight difference.