When the first minion had just turned two we decided to take a trip to Disney World.
It is the happiest dang place in the world, after all.
No seriously, I DO think it's the happiest place in the world.
As you can see I was just about ready to bust out another kid.
People thought we were crazy when we told them we were taking a child that age to Disney World.
Our pediatrician rolled his eyes when I told him.
Rolled his eyes, I tell you!
He haughtily told us:
"You know he is never going to remember that, don't you?"
I answered back "I know HE won't but I will."
Going to Disney with a kid that age is a bit of a crap shoot.
However, when he looked up in the sky and saw Tinkerbell flying from Cinderella's Castle he gasped and said:
"Mommy, she's real!"
Disney sure knows how to sell it.
And I'm not even a sentimental person!
But seeing his face light up a thousand times on that trip.
It was pretty freaking magical.
Now he is nine.
I'm absolutely not saying I wish he was still that age.
I'm blessed to be able to see him grow up.
However, there is still a part of me that sees that child whose face lit up at Tinkerbell every time I look at him.
Kids can't understand that when mom or dad looks at them they don't see the present day child - they see the entire range of birth to now played out like a strobe is flashing. "Why can't you treat me like I'm 9?" "Because you are 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, not just nine."
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