[begin rant] They drive me crazy, like Winnie the Pooh. I'm in trouble if my son decides Winnie the Pooh or Mickey are his heros. They get under my skin and I really can't say why. Probably has something to do with my irrational fear of _____. Clearly whatever is in the "blank" is completing embarrassing to me. I'd rather talk about my inability to breastfeed, my c-section scar, or my child's poopies. Anyways, I was actually thinking about throwing out all of our Mickey diapers because that's how much I cannot stand the guy. Then I decided that would be a waste and I'll just have to put up with cringing every time I change my child's diaper.[end rant]
Clearly you can tell in the below photo how upset Nolan is over size 3 mickey mouse diapers...
“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?" ~ Winnie the Pooh
“When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.” ~ WTP