A Case of Mistaken Identity


Micah was dancing Woody on the floor the other day, having quite the dialogue about who knows what. He was dressed as he is in this photo. As I walked by, I said, "Woody, what are you doing?" (Because it makes Micah laugh when I address Woody. He finds it highly amusing.) He didn't that day, though. Instead he looked at me like I grew a third eyeball on the tip of my nose, and he patted his chest in gravity.

How could I have missed it? He was Woody that night. Obviously.

And on a complete side note, I will miss the day that Micah stops dancing Woody on the hardwood. I will know that my baby is really and truly grown up, and I will mourn just a little bit.

3 comments:

Karen Deborah said...

Maybe he won't. He's Woody's best friend forever and Woody loves to be a boy's best friend. It's a win win deal.

Leanne said...

Hmm. Mourning would be okay. Oh, and this is a GREAT picture.

SassyModernMom said...

Oh this is such a sweet picture, matched by a sweeter story! I haven't been around for a while and your baby is growing up:)