Our hotel room seemed to radiate with pink glitter. The Disney World staff knew it was my daughter’s fifth birthday and that she loves everything princess, so they filled our room with princess galore. There was a Rapunzel balloon and a Little Mermaid coloring book and a Cinderella Barbie doll — as if Cinderella could get any skinnier. On the bed was a piece of paper announcing that the next day, my daughter Willa had an appointment at something called The Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique. Beyond that was a giant pile of sugary confections, like a hyped-up mountain surveying the scene. I reached over and bit off the head of a chocolate Mickey.
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