To this day, I find midgets absolutely fascinating. When I was in Kindergarten, midgets were an absolute phenomena for me. I would have rather hung out at a midgets house than Disneyland. They were my size, but grown up and could do whatever they wanted, like drive, or not have to ask their parents' permission for anything. When I met my friend Kelsey in tap-dancing class, I was in awe. Kelsey was adopted, by none other than a midget. I am not even sure if I liked Kelsey. I know it was a fact, that I made it to every class because I needed to see how little her mom was still. Eventually, her mother called my mom for a play date. This was at the phase in my life I was learning to answer the phone and insisted on running from floor to floor, or room to room when the phone rang to make sure I had the opportunity to be the first on the line when the phone rang. This specific time, I answered the phone out of breath from running through the house to get to the kitchen phone, "Hello?" I made sure to say in my most professional voice.
"HI Amanda! This is Kelsey's Mom. Is your mom there?" She said in her itty bitty little person voice. I was so excited, I blew it. I screamed without covering the receiver "MOM! MINNIE MOUSE IS ON THE PHONE!"
Hilarious tale of innocence. Don't you wish you could know what Minnie Mouse was thinking when she heard that down the line? Being a mother of a child the same age as you were, I'm sure she saw the humour in it.
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