Noah loves Mickey Mouse. Really, he LOVES him. He might even like Mickey more than us. When we got our Disney passes last month we were looking forward to taking him to Mickey's house, but it was always really crowded. I refuse to wait in line for a baby to meet a person inside a sweaty costume. Well, about two weeks ago, Nate met us at Disneyland after work, we got lucky and the lines were EMPTY. We made our way over to Mickey's house and had a 5 minute wait.
Mickey's house is really strange. You walk through the cutest house with the brightest colors to get to Mickey...his living room, kitchen, laundry room, garden, garage, music room, chicken pen, etc., etc., etc., but when you finally go in to meet Mickey, it's in this small dark room with a backdrop. Quite the contrast. They keep that Mickey Mouse on serious lockdown.
Anyway, when we walked into the room with five or so other people we immediately turned Noah toward the wall so he wouldn't see Mickey until I could get a picture. We don't mess around. I'm pretty sure the employees thought we were nuts, until they saw this reaction.
Noah couldn't stop laughing, and neither could the workers. We were all cracking up.
We put Noah on the ground to see what he would do. He (still laughing) grabbed Mickey and started kissing his nose.
I think we made this boy's day, and I know we made ours.