an obsession

we’ve approached a dire situation in our home.

a love affair of sorts.

it involves a toddler.

it includes recurrent breakdowns and desperate depression.

teeny drama to the max.

her first lesson in frantic obsession. (or perhaps it’s love)

it all began with opening scenes of movies.

a mere glimpse at her future love.

then a fatal parental error occurred.

a real introduction- no longer glances.

things escalated fast from there.

constant pleadings for more time with this new found preference.

complete breakdowns upon parting- full sobs, hyperventilation, fit throwing.

we’re to blame really.

we fueled this fire to an inferno.

how could we have possibly know the disaster that would ensue?

repeatedly.

the cause of such toddler passion and distress?

mickey mouse.

damn you mickey mouse.

all cute and cuddly bundled up in a parka of cruel toddler obsession and depression.  

curse you little mouse.

such distress over a cartoon character-

it’s been one of the most disturbingly adorable things i’ve ever experienced with mary.

a parenting catch 22.

i caught myself purchasing her a mini dress the other day.

i knew i was about to inflict self-torture.

fueling an unquenchable flame with cartoon paraphernalia.

i purchased it anyways.

it won’t be my last mindless purchase.

cheers to self-inflicted and toddler aiding torture and loving every second of it.