Oh Frozen. First I loved you. Now that my children can't sleep at night because they're too busy reenacting every scene, you're falling down a few pedestals.
All my blankets are dirty from being drug around the house while they sing "Let It Go" on the top of their lungs.
All my children have dents in their heads from pretending to slide down mountains and ice skate on our hardwood floors.
There are certain pitches of sound I'll never be able to hear again because they've been blasted to death.
My daughters refuse to wear coats outside (even when it is cold and raining) because Elsa doesn't have to wear a coat:
- M: Olivia, go get your coat on so we can leave.O: I'm Elsa. I don't need a coat because I have icy magic.M: But you don't have real icy magic so you'll be cold without a coat.O: I do have real icy magic.M: Okay. If you can build an ice palace right here, right now, you don't have to wear your coat. O: (swishes hands) Here's my ice castle!M: That's just pretend. There's no real ice castle so you have to wear your coat..O: But I have icy magic! (argument continues ad naseum...)
And no one sleeps in this house ever because, "The sky is awake, so I'm awake." (Even though the sky is not awake.)
And all the curtains that are supposed to be shut at night (to facilitate the sleeping no one is doing) are open so they can see the "aurori borealis!!" (They love the aurora borealis so much, Frozen aside, we may have to move to the Arctic Circle, so I guess that one is only partly Frozen's fault. But I'm sticking to my guns on the other matters.)
Frozen, you owe me a day at the spa. And some cookies. Stat.
P.S. In case you thought I was a total Frozen hater, I give you this as evidence that Frozen has also been the foundation of some pretty cute moments in our family as well.