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June 21, 2007
My Mickey
Children are always clear on what they want, who they look up to, and which characters they want to be associated with. Girls have their favourite Disney princess, fairytopia fairy, Strawberry Shortcake character, and boys... I would imagine they would have their own boyish or fighting characters.
Not Farizah. When Azmina says she 'is' Snow White or Elina or Straberry Shortcake, Farizah insists that she, in the same (at the same time strange) manner, is Mickey Mouse.
We told her time and time again, Mickey is a boy. Farizah is Belle. Farizah can be Orange Blossom, Blueberry Muffin' or Strawberry's little sister, Apple Dumplin'. We told her she can even be Minnie if she wants to. But no! She wants to be Mickey Mouse. Mickey Mouse is Adik, Farizah is Mickey Mouse, she says.
One of my favourite things to do, though the mom doesn't approve, is to pick the girls up in the air, and pretend to eat their bellies. They are held horizontally of course, so that all the kicking would only stir the air around them.
I can do this for three rounds per child before they grow weak with laughter. Not quite the Spanish Inquisition, but, I could usually get what I want from them after a belly-eating session.
I tell Farizah, "Papa is Mickey!!!"
"Nooooooooo....", she cried...
"Adek, Mickey...." she continued softly, after inhaling a very audible gasp.
Poor her, I know. I let her win of course. Momentarily. For I know this site will still be up and running when she's able to read.
(Farizah..... Papa is Mickey. And look at the date - you haven't grown out of it yet.)
Posted by quickness at June 21, 2007 12:22 AM