About a year ago my mother in law bought Liam a set of Mickey Mouse figurines from Disneyland. He played with them so much and he still does. However, these toys have seen better days. A long time ago Mickey got stepped on. He was crunched into multiple pieces. Little by little the rest of the characters started to follow suit. They all started to fall apart or managed to be broken somehow. It came to my attention recently that his sad little set of fragmented Disney characters is a little creepy and also a bit funny. I don't have the heart to get rid of them since he plays with them almost daily. As a matter of fact, Goofy (or the largest part of him at least) is currently missing and a small part of my days is spent hunting everywhere for him. Paul and I have had a few laughs recently over these little pieces of toys because we find ourselves saying things like, "Don't play with Goofy's arm in the bathtub because it will go down the drain," or hearing Liam say things like, "Oh no! The dinosaur is chomping Minnie's head," and my new favorite, "The kids (that's what he calls them) are in Woody's trash truck!" Most of the time he just puts "the kids" on his toy bus and drives them to Disneyland where they get dropped off for a little while then reloaded. Here are some recent pictures of the kids.
For the sake of this post, I snapped a family portrait. From left to right we have a completely intact Daisy who, obviously hasn't seen the same amount of play time as the rest, Goofy's hand (the rest of Goofy is still missing yet intact except for his head that keeps popping off but snaps right back on), Mickey's head and torso, Minnie's head, and an arm-less Donald (the hand on the missing arm was holding his hat so he is also hat-less.) All the missing pieces have been snuck into the trash but the remaining pieces are pretty resilient.
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