That's TOO funny, Jody--we must be related! Our Luke was the biggest flirt when he was teeny (and he still is!) If we'd started keeping a Rolodex for him of girls' names and numbers when he was a year old, he'd be all set when he started dating!
But seriously, I highly recommend the Princesses. I'll warn you, though, that it's hard to find many things suitable for little boys with the princesses on them... believe me, I've looked.
Just for giggles, here's a recap of what happened to us, and why my DS will love Cinderella forever. We spent a few days at DisneyWorld before going on our cruise two years ago. On the day we went to the Magic Kingdom, we dropped by Cinderella's Castle to see if there might just happen to be any openings left for dinner. They had one--the last seating. We took it. Before dinner, as it got dark, we found a great spot near the front of the castle to watch the SpectroMagic Parade--we were right in front, and apparently were in a spot where they make stops to do the mini-shows in the parade--YEA!!! As we watched, it started getting close to dinner reservation time, so my hubby left me and DS there to watch the last of the parade while he trudged through the crowd to go check us in for dinner. At the end of the parade, we see Cinderella's glass carriage coming, and I'm telling DS to be sure to blow her a kiss and wave as she goes by. Well, they stop right in front of us, and of all the kids in the crowd, she points at my son, waves to him, and blows him kisses (it was obvious to everyone that she was flirting with my son!! Hilarious!) Anyway, he's starstruck. The parade ends, and he and I head off for the castle to meet hubby for dinner. We get there, sit down and eat (food was wonderful), and as we're halfway through dinner, Cinderella shows up and starts visiting tables (this doesn't happen all the time--they tell you not to expect it--turns out she was the one from the parade!) Well, she's stopping by every table except ours. DS is squirming... "Mommy, why isn't she comeing over HERE???" I ask the waitress... waitress says, "Well, I hope she'll make it, but she can't always stop at every table." We're eating dessert... still no Cinderella. Finally, we're the last table, and she comes over to visit. Instead of 2 minutes of pictures and autographs, she sits down, picks up my son and plants him in her lap, talks to him, kisses his cheeks, talks some more, hugs him lots, ends up spending 20 minutes with us! He was in heaven, and WE HAD NO FILM!!! I'd taken my last pix during the SpectroMagic parade! The waitress even ran downstairs to try and get us a disposable camera, or some film... no luck. I could have died. Okay, so to make it even longer, we leave a couple of days later for the cruise--our first. We board the ship, do all the fun sailaway stuff, go back in to get ready for dinner, and who do we see down in the foyer of Lumiere's but Cinderella!!!! "MOMMY!!! THERE SHE IS! THERE'S MY GIRL!!!" at the top of his little lungs. We got down there (no camera again), and stood in line for 10 minutes to see her (I sneaked up ahead of time and pre-briefed Cinderella about "their past"). Needless to say, Cinderella was perfection, remembered all that I'd said, and luckily, looked so much like our Cinderella at MK that he never noticed the difference. To this day, he drops everything if he sees Cinderella on TV.
Okay, maybe that's overstating things, but YUCK.... I hate cold and wet at the same time. 
I'll look for you if we go! I'll call out for Tammy Alphabet before things get started! If I miss it, have a wonderful time at WDW!!!
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Started with a sore throat on Christmas Eve... full blown misery by lunchtime on the big day. Did I still cook??? Why, of COURSE! Neither wind nor sleet nor snow nor strep keeps a Mommy from her appointed cooking duties. Just started feeling better today... FINALLY. And of course, we didn't do Disney. Oh well... knock on wood, I shouldn't be sick next year for the CRUISE!!!
), but we decided that he'll either (1) be ready for the characters by then or (2) we'll just run interference for him.
