It's one of those pink plastic ones (chosen for budgetary reasons rather than taste) with pictures of princesses on the headboard. We bought it out of a catalogue and it came in flatpack form, so it wasn't until we were constructing the thing that we discovered its little "slogan for life"...
Believe in your dreams...
So many problems with this. So many. For a start, the bed manufacturers' notion seemed to be tied up with "your dreams" = "swanning around in pretty coloured dresses with white petticoats", which was a problem for me to start with. The bigger issue, though, is that at my children's age, their "dreams" seem to = waking up screaming in terror at 2am. I don't know whether I want to encourage belief of that sort!
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we didn't do the toddler bed with Ethan - just used a guard rail.
yeah kids stuff is just a minefield of dodgy values - watched a kid's cartoon the other day (fluffy gardens) which seemed to imply homeless people are like that becuase they are naughty people.
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