Cinderella Dressed in Yella

A little booklet we picked up at our favorite new antique store. Bubby loves all things Disney (yes, I knew this about him when we got married and I still married him). I'm not sure if that's what drew him to it, but I like it because it is gorgeously illustrated. Our tastes in most things are very different, so when we agree on something, we have to buy it. It's a non-written rule of our marriage.


It reminded me of the jump rope rhyme that we used to sing at recess:

Cinderella dressed in yella (hey, it has to rhyme)
Went upstairs to kiss her fella
Made a mistake and kissed a snake
How many doctors did it take?

Then you keep counting until you miss the rope. That's how many doctors it took to bring Cinderella back to life. But why would Cinderella even need a doctor? Couldn't she just call her Fairy Godmother, wave the magic wand around a little and be good as new? Was Fairy Godmother on vacation or something? And even if she was, hello she's magic! She could just blink herself right back to the castle asap.


Don't you just love the logic of the Cinderella story? She got the Prince because her foot fit in the slipper. Not because she was pretty or smart or skinny or clever. Just because of the size of her foot. So simple, yet so perfect.