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My Facebook feed is full of friends that have little girls.  They post pictures with captions about their boos, mini-me’s, monsters, nuggets and other adorable nicknames that happen upon our children.  We tend to favor toot-toot and nugget in our household.  Yep, we call our kid a fart basically. I can tell you the one thing that we don’t call her is a name that many love to call their little girls, princess.

Please, don’t call my daughter a princess.

I know I’m in the minority here but since before we even found out we were having a girl, my husband and I were on the same page about this.  We are not royalty.  I know, let that sink in for a minute. We don’t have someone waiting on us hand and foot, we don’t have staff, we don’t have an endless bank account and a room of tiaras waiting to be passed down to our child.  Our daughter is not a princess and I’m not about to ever make her think she is one.  She doesn’t get to have attitude and one day grow up to be a damsel in distress, waiting on her prince because essentially that is what they are portrayed as and that is what history shows them to be.

I’m not trying to hinder her childhood or crush her dreams.  She isn’t even into princesses yet and that is totally fine if she is one day.  I can call her a princess when she is playing dress up or on Halloween.  She can get lost in fairy tales and know all the stories if she is interested.  I want her imagination to go wild.  I swear I’m not boycotting Disney!  But princesses are for play, not for real life.

More importantly, I’m not teaching my daughter that she is above everyone else with that title.

Sure, you might say it is just a word and I’m being over dramatic but it carries weight. I swear I will eat my words one day if my daughter happens to literally find a prince and becomes a legit princess but that is a chance I’ll take.  I’ll stick to calling her a toot for the time being because obviously that doesn’t have any weird, long-term effects.