Being Mickey

I first heard about him at a birthday party a few weeks ago. This kid with the party had all this stuff -- plates and cups and napkins and balloons and a cake -- and they all had to do with the most amazing mouse -- Mickey Mouse. I didn't know anything about him, but something struck me about this charming fellow -- some common purpose, some shared destiny. So the next day, when my Dadda was picking out a show for me to watch on Netflix and I saw him in a picture about a show and I just HAD to watch it. And it was the most AMAZING show I had EVER seen. All about Mickey and his friends Minnie and Donald and Daisy and Goofy and their clubhouse and all the cool things they do together. I was just transfixed by the CGI splendor of it all. It changed my life.

You see, after beholding the magnificence of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, I realized something. I could be that cool. I could be that wonderful. I could be MICKEY!!! So I told my Mama and my Dadda and my Aunt K, well, they could just call me Mickey from now on. Mickey played with toys and ate food and went to the potty and got dressed. Mickey knew how to do all sorts of amazing things like climb on pillows and hang from the banister and sing and dance. Mickey was me. And when they got me a Mickey doll to play with, well then there were TWO Mickeys doing things. And that Mickey doll has of course become my very newest bestest friend. He eats with me and helps me go to sleep and kisses my booboos and does all sorts of things. We are two of a kind after all.

And of course, Mama is Minnie, and Dadda is Donald, and Aunt K is Daisy, and my Aunt Juju, well she is their electronic pal Toodles, and I don't know who Goofy or Pluto or Pete are yet, but I'll figure it out. But I am most definitely Mickey, and I will be Mickey, and me and my Mickey doll are all set for all sorts of fine adventuring. I heard Mama/Minnie say it was a phase and I'd grow out of it, but why would I ever want to grow out of being such a wonderful, amazing, mousetastic thing as Mickey Mouse??? I just don't understand how that could ever happen. I am Mickey. Hear me squeak.