How to Grow a Prima Donna
October 30th, 2009
If, ten years from now (or less), Miss Mouse is a raging prima donna, I will trace the roots of this behavior to her first birthday. Never before in my life have I seen such rampant and shameless adulation heaped on one person. Much less one such teeny person!
As I mentioned before, Miss Mouse takes great pride in figuring out her new toys. And we all take great enjoyment out of watching her. And applauding her. And cheering for her. And basically worshipping the very ground she crawls upon.
Boy did she have us all figured out. At one point, I stepped back from the scene and witnessed her push a button on her new pop-up toy then look up expectantly at a room full of no less than five adults who all immediately followed her lead in clapping their hands enthusiastically and cheering.
And then she did it again. And again. I tell you, it is absolutely impossible to resist that baby when she beams up at you. When she grins and starts clapping, I defy you to keep your hands at your sides.
Spoiled rotten. But oh so sweet.