Please tell me I am not the only one that has irrational obsessions with a child’s toy.
has had this little tiny Mickey Mouse. He would carry it EVERYWHERE. He’d sleep with it. Nap with it. Eat with it. Play with it.
He would NOT put it down. He even took it into multiple bounce houses and did not lose it.
He even crawled around in four different minivans at four different dealerships and DID NOT lose it.
He took it so many places I lost count. I checked and triple checked to make sure we didn’t leave it behind.
He did misplace it a few times and I’d find it, usually behind the bed.
The fateful evening finally came.
We had dinner. He had his Mickey. We were done. I told Dad to go ahead and pay while I left the table to use the restroom.
I DIDN’T CHECK FOR MICKEY.
When I got out, everyone was gone, as expected. The table was CLEARED. My heart sank. You know that feeling you get when something is going to be wrong? That.
I head out to the van and I’m informed that Mickey was not found.
I should also note that he carries a a MUCH larger Minnie around too and today he was carrying a blue car. Both items accounted for.
He said they all looked but it was gone.
Where did this minute Mickey come from? The top of a pen. Purchased several years ago for $1. Cost to replace it today? $9 for 2.
I spent so much time and energy on this stupid little plastic toy and the frustration I feel knowing I will NEVER EVER find it again? Irrational. To say the least. Our brains form these irrational attachments to things and we can’t explain them no matter hard we try.
I think I’m going to place that order. I already miss the joy on his little face when I’d find it behind his bed in the morning and his little face would LIGHT UP and he’d say, “Tank ewe, Mommy”.
….and he just saw the picture as I was editing it for this post.
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