Mickey

I just don't get why you're so obsessed.

Anyway.

The last time I actually saw you was exactly a week ago.  I walked in the door at Grandad and Grammy's (is that what you're calling her?  I don't even know), and within the first minute, I just had to see the new thing you're insisting on doing.

I guess we won't even get into why Mickey is a vampire (although... what the HECK Disney?!).  But for whatever reason, you are insisting that Mickey is now pooping and needs diapers.  Maybe this is a good transition for you; you could actually become house trained.  I have my doubts as to your sanity (or imagination) though because they showed me that you're insisting on diapers for your other stuffed Mickey doll, but that's it. 

If Mickey's pooping, why isn't Minnie?  This is the 21st century Jaxson!

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Writing

I honestly meant to post something every time I saw you.  But I didn't.

One of my favorites from this past summer though was the day you and I ate Oreo cookies. I showed you how to take them apart and lick the frosting. 

You insisted on standing beside me instead of in front of me so I could watch you. 

It took awhile, but I convinced you to go look at the dogs while we did this so I could secretly get some pictures of you.

You were serious for a few moments, making me contemplate what was going on in your brain. 

You turned suddenly and flashed that grin that made me laugh, but I only caught on to what happened once you moved away from the door.

You licked the window.  What the heck goes on in that brain!?  I cannot wait for you to start talking.

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