1 year, 9 months.
I guess I am learning that every Valentine’s Day at our house is like a “mini” Christmas morning. And speaking of Minnie, she was part of your gifts from Mommy and me:
Pilot Minnie, which includes a pink purse and a pink suitcase.
It is my assumption that little girls your age are equally obsessed with Minnie Mouse and Elmo, with the same mania that teenage girls went crazy over Elvis in the 1950s or The Beatles in the 1960s.
Here is how I perceive things with you right now:
It’s as if Minnie Mouse is your best friend and you want to be just like her. So it’s no surprise to me that yesterday, you clutched her tightly in your hand for both your morning nap and for bed at night. It was like a sleepover.
You just think Minnie Mouse is the coolest girl ever!
And as for Elmo, well… I’m starting to think he’s more than just a friend.
Each time I read you the Little Golden Book, Elmo Loves You, and finish the last page, with a big smile on your face, you lean down and kiss Elmo right on the face: “Mmmmmwhah!”
It’s not like anyone gave you this idea. You just immediately did this the first time, and every time, I have read you the book.
Mommy and I have learned to be careful about even saying Elmo’s name in front you. Because often when we do, you get caught in a trance:
“Elmo? Elmo. Elmo? Elmo! Elmo. Elmo. Elmo. Elmo!…”
At that point, I have to either give in, and take you upstairs and let you watch one of your Elmo DVDs, or I have to find a clever way to distract your train of thought.
So yeah, I convinced: Minnie Mouse is your best friend and Elmo is your boyfriend.