Elizabeth was looking so grown up on Friday in a headband and beads. The headband was an impulse-gift from her good friend Joshi. Elizabeth was thrilled by it. It has Snow White on it, which prompted us to get Snow White from the library. I wasn't very familiar with the story: it's grim! Snow White is killed three times by the evil queen! The evil queen is eventually made to wear red hot iron shoes and dance until she falls dead! Geez Louise!
But Elizabeth loves the story. She's not bothered by the violence. Thidwick the Big-Hearted Moose is also pretty violent, with hunters chasing Thidwick and eventually killing all of the creatures who live in his antlers, then stuffing said creatures and mounting them over the mantle of the fireplace in the Harvard Club. Another old-school book has come into Elizabeth's possession recently. Grandma gave her Walt Disney's America, which has western stories (cowboys punching and shooting Indians), Uncle Remus stories (with Brer Bear and Brer Fox plotting to skin, cook, knock the head off, and otherwise do grievous injury to Brer Rabbit), "Old Yeller" (*sob*), and others. Again, Elizabeth is not only not disturbed by this stuff, she likes it (although, to be honest, when reading the tar baby story, I edited out some of the more violent plotting of Brers Fox and Bear).
In the picture above you may be able to see a scratch on Elizabeth's nose. She fell off the step-stool in the kitchen while helping me make oatmeal, and hit her head on the unfinished corner of the cabinet that holds our new dishwasher. It's still just raw, ragged plywood, and it made quite a scratch. It was pretty scary, and must have hurt a lot, but she shrugged it off after a minute or so of crying. Tough kid.
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