Peter Pan

Oh, let the imagination fly! My Sophie Anabelle has fully discovered Disney movies. Not all of them. It only took one, actually. 

Peter Pan (Pee-tah)



Apparently, Sophie had the pleasure of watching Peter Pan over at her Memaw's and Papaw's house not long ago. Since then, she is obsessed. OB-SESSED. She runs around sporting a British accent (a very good one, I might add) looking for Peter (Pee-tah).

 My dear 3 1/2 year-old went from playing "Ressurection" (complete with her reclining across two chairs as the 'tomb' and asking someone to roll away the stone to see if she's risen) to running around calling, "Peee-tah. Where are you Peee-tah! Come back! I love you, Pee-tah." Oh. D-d-d-d-d-dear.

Of course, I have to admit that she makes the perfect Wendy. Complete with a soft-spoken accent, calling Tommy "George" or "Faah-tha" and me "Mother." She's dainty enough and girlie and well....flitty...enough to also make a good Tinkerbell, but she lacks the raging jealousy.

Besides, she looks a bit like Wendy, anyway. Don't you think?