I should have known things would go wrong as soon as we got out of the car.
Her adorable face twisted into a look of suspicion and contempt. My sparkling 21/2-year-old morphed into a cranky mute in a matter of moments. Lesson learned: This is what happens when you disrupt nap time.
Maybe taking Mia to her first race was better in theory than in practice.
Sunday was the third annual Princess Run, a 2 kilometer jaunt along the Oklahoma River south of downtown. There is an ancillary race — the Little Dude Dash — that's a 1k for boys.
About 1,000 children participated, said a spokesman for Runhers, an Oklahoma City-based women's health organization that puts on the Princess Run.
Obviously, the race was ridiculously adorable. It was the most tutus I've ever seen.
We put Mia in a frilly pink tutu and her Kevin Durant jersey. She was, in my opinion, the epitome of cute. Except for the scowl of disdain on her face.
She was overwhelmed by the exciting, noisy event, which stole a bit of her nap time.
So my husband carried her the entire 1.2 miles except for a few steps along the way and a 20-yard meander across the finish. It became the Princess Carried By Daddy instead of the Princess Run.