Later that evening, Eloise had a blue spell, not because she was in pain or scared or had difficulty breathing, but from a classic terrible-twos-tantrum. What could possibly make her so angry? She didn't get a stuffy like her sisters...oh my.
I told the children today we had to make another trip to the Disney Store so Eloise could choose her own Inside Out stuffy. I brought her to the stand, and handed her one of the dolls. She tossed it overboard, and wriggled out of her stroller. She knew what she wanted:
Eloise loves, adores, cherishes Mickey Mouse. Her look clearly said, "I'll take two, please!" I heard Tom Hardy's voice in my head, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." I convinced her that perhaps a stuffed Mickey to fit in her hand was more her size.