Thursday, February 10, 2011
Bonnie Blue Meets Mickey Mouse
As the big sister, it was my job to babysit Bonnie when my parents were away. I didn’t really mind and by the time she turned 2, I would often carry her to the park near our house. The park had many fascinations; an ancient oak tree for climbing, swings and slides to entertain little sister, and most of all Frampton.
My father, Honest Joe had decreed that I was not allowed to date until I turned 15. Nobody went against Honest Joe. So, in a moment of brilliance, I decided to call Frampton "Mickey Mouse" whenever baby sister was around.
At dinner time, the conversation would often go like this . . . Dad would ask Bonnie "Did you go anywhere today?" Baby girl would reply “The park.” Dad would ask “Did you talk to anyone?” Bonnie would say “Mickey Mouse.” Honest Joe would then say “That’s nice” and I would be able to breathe again.
At a recent family gathering, I saw one of my grandchildren playing with a stuffed Mickey Mouse toy. That doll reminded me of Frampton, so I told Bonnie Blue the story. Bonnie stared at me with an incredulous look on her face as I finished the tale. Then she burst out laughing and said “That explains a lot of things.” I said “What things?” She said “I am so going to get you back!” I said “Tell me baby sister.”
I really am sorry that I confused my little sister. But, I still can’t help smiling whenever I remember that time . . .