- Shower the child in Horrible Histories
- Disguise Latin lessons as a Disney-esque diversion
- Encourage copious reading in historical fiction, especially involving berserkers
- deprive your progeny of Legos and electronic games so that they resort to constructing toys out of paper clips and construction paper
Now Kid #2 is showing her genetic medievalist inheritance. As well as her abject failure as a proto-feminist.
Three days ago she rechristened herself -- for reasons that remain a complete mystery -- Princess Buppy. An odd name, perhaps, but a better moniker than her previous alias ("Pinky Pinkskins"). What does Princess Buppy do from the moment she arrives home from preschool? Why, slip into her ballet slippers and tutu, don her fairy wings, and relax with one of her five picture book versions of Snow White, or three of Cinderella, or four of Sleeping Beauty, or two of Beauty and the Beast. Then, all wacked out from this intense absorption of princess narratives, she will do things like stretch out in bed with her eyes closed, little lips raised in a pucker. If no prince happens quickly by, she will shout out impatiently "Hey! I'm in my glass case! Someone needs to kiss me."
There were princesses in the Middle Ages. So, you know, Kid #2 must be in training too. Right?