Jensen is still enamored with his first love, Minnie Mouse. For his birthday earlier this year, his only request? Not war gear. Not GI Joe. Not Hot Wheels. Not a vacuum. Not a toilet. Not even a dog.
(If you’ll recall, Jensen has spent a good deal of his 1st 4 years obsessed with vacuums and toilets. And dogs.)
Jensen’s birthday request was simple. A big Minnie Mouse.
With a blowed up dress.
We found such a Minnie Mouse at a garage sale, and I paid a whopping $10.00 for it. Out of desperation. She was sporting a purple polka dotted dress, with lacy white pantaloons underneath. And she was nearly as big as Jensen.
Since I couldn’t machine wash her to rid her of the dreaded dust mites (because of her battery pack), I had to wrap her up in a garbage bag and stuff her into the freezer for 24 hours.
Not an easy feat, as our freezer is generally full of, you know, food.
Jensen adores her, and has since added a smaller stuffed Minnie Mouse to his beloved collection. This one he can actually pick up and carry. In relative anonymity.
Jensen’s boy cousins are horrified by this progression of events. As they have taken on as their personal mission, the cultivating of Jensen’s testosterone.
When Jensen tells them that his favorite color is pink, they quickly bring out the camo and extol the virtues of the green and brown palette.
And when Jensen told them his favorite toy in the world was Minnie Mouse, the collectively slapped their own heads and knew that their work was cut out for them.
Fiddledaddy has told them not to worry.
Ask Jensen to tell you what he likes about Minnie Mouse.
“HER BLOWED UP DRESS.”
And with that, he will demonstrate what happens when you twirl Minnie Mouse, to witness the white lacy pantaloons peaking out underneath.
“Oh.” Nodding their heads as they all breathe a sigh of relief.
Yesterday we took Emme to the Magic Kingdom to celebrate her 10th birthday (another blog post in itself, as soon as I find the humor). We ended the day in Mickey’s Toon Town to watch the fireworks. We were directly across from Minnie’s house, which had since closed for the day.
Jensen thought he would just pay his beloved one more visit.
This is the picture that I will treasure when my Minnie Mouse loving boy grows taller than I am, and has long since put away his childish ways.