Mum did the same to Peter.

We weren’t strangers to sharing a bath,

but being scrubbed like little kids was less than desirable.

After shampooing and rinsing our hair,

we were ejected from the tub and mercilessly towel dried.

“What’s this for?!” I said as we coughed and spluttered a fine white talcum powder out of our mouths.

“It makes your skin feel nice and soft.” mum said as she dabbed my body with the fluffy pink applicator.

“Like the skin of a princess.”

“It stinks.” Peter moaned as Granny covered him in talcum powder too

“Well we can’t have our princesses smelling like boys can we?” Granny said.

Soon, we were being marched into our bedroom.

It was like seeing it for the first time all over again.

The mural of the fairy tale castle on the wall was by far the best bit…

mostly because it wasn’t pink with pictures of the Disney princesses all over it, unlike our pillow cases and duvet covers.