My Little Ogre Princess

I am a Disney Princess. I took the quiz and I am Belle. No shocker there with my nose always in a book and all this looking for inner beauty I do.

Shelby, my sweet baby girl is not a Disney Princess. Oh, don't get me wrong, she's a princess alright. She has all the cutest little girl outfits, lots of pink and purple, and I'm sure her father has plans to give her a car for her 16th birthday. But Shelby is a princess of a different sort altogether. Shelby is a Dreamworks Princess. More specifically Princess Fiona. She's beautiful but don't expect her to see it. She loves the outdoors. She likes sports (just try to get her attention when hockey or football are on--especially Rutgers or Wisconsin football). And she can burp like a boy--er, champ. And while she is a beautiful baby, there is this matter of her temperment which is normally cheerful and sweet, but once we've crossed the point of no-return, she's an ogre.

So, here's to my little Ogre princess. I wouldn't have her any other way.