At 21 months, my granddaughter knows exactly what arms are for…hugging every big furry or fuzzy creature she finds. We have difficulty peeling her off. The older one at four is quite content to have a chat and get an autograph.

Oh, Mickey…where have you been all my life!

“We’re late, we’re late, for a very important date,” says Alice in Wonderland, aka my daughter and the little one’s mommy.