Further Proof that Disney Really Is Magic
So, yesterday Mr. Chef got to meet actual real-life totally legit Mickey Mouse.
No big deal. Just another day in the life of a chef.
(TOTAL BIG DEAL!!!)
Apparently The Mouse was in town for some super high-profile mouse-like business. And The Mouse happened to run into Mr. Chef, so A + B = Mr. Chef is now, like, totally besties with Mickey Mouse.
And because Disney magic etc, Mickey Mouse offered make time to meet Stella personally. Which was totally amazing, but also extremely unwise given that our child is terrified of most everything that is not solidly human. (Remember that time that she was screaming in utter horror at the sight of a pigeon? And the time that she was terrified of my 13 pound dog, a dog which she's seen approximately 20 times in her life? And then there was a time wherein she saw a shoddy Mouse impostor at a birthday party and had then refused to be put down for the duration of the event.)
Still, because there's nothing that Disney can't turn to magic, Mickey kindly gave four (four!!!) stuffed animals to Mr. Chef to deliver to Stella.
Mr. Chef snuck them into the apartment while we were out playing and then sent me a picture.
I showed Stella the picture on my phone. She reacted predictably. (Read: with utter terror.) "No, I no wike! I no want! Mickey not come to mine house!!!"
When we finally got home, and saw the toys waiting for her in the living room, she refused to cross the threshold of our apartment until I touched each one prove that they weren't alive. Then they had to spend a quarantine period in the closet. After maybe half an hour of clinging to me and refusing to go near the toys, she got up the nerve to give one a poke.
And then? She was in love.
So, obviously she spent the next half-hour watching Mickey Mouse Club House together with "the guys."