When I was a little girl, my parents bought me a suit of toy armor (I never wanted to be a princess, I wanted to be a Knight. My dad raised me under chivalry, as well). It was made of plastic, but it was complete; cuirass, greaves, pauldrons, solerettes (sp?), gauntlets, kite shield, helm, and a sword.
I would wear it from the time I came home from school 'till I left. I would wear it in bed. I tried a number of times to wear it to school, but my mum wouldn't let me. My dad even helped me make Horse Armor for my rocking horse. Fun times. This went on for nine months.
I was too little to remember this, but when I was very small, my parents took me to my doctor for my regular checkup. He had a HUGE port-wine stain covering his face to where he looked like Two-Face from Batman (I loved Batman when I was little). My dad told me "Now, Randi, I know he looks like Two-face from Batman, but you can't say anything about his Angel Kiss*. It would hurt his feelings." When we got in there, I was good the entire time, got my shots without crying or fighting or anything, had blood drawn, ect (I was a sickly child, and am now a sickly adult). He was telling my parents how well behaved of a little child I was and that I "was such a good girl to let the doctor do what he had to do" and I said "And I didn't say anything about his face, either!"
Even the doctor laughed. I must've been small.
*My parents called birth marks "Angel Kisses" when I was a kid. I have an odd one between my breasts. It is a square hole. It's just skin, then nothing (no tissue, no blood, nothing) then bone. I know it does hurt to the touch, though.
~Nemmeh