For a couple of months, Max has toted around a Cars 2 DVD wherever he goes. It's sat on the bathroom sink when he's taking a bath. He's slept with it by his side. It rode with us in the jeep on our desert tour in Arizona.
Max particularly liked that the back of the case had stickers that spelled M-A-X. But during our vacation, the A and X fell off; I joked with him that his name was "M."
After we got back, Max kept telling me he need a new Cars 2. Twenty bucks is a small price to pay for his happiness. So I ordered it from Amazon. And I recorded the moment I handed it to him, for all posterity—and for me to listen to anytime I'm down.
There is nothing in this entire world that lifts me like that squeal.
What does your kid do that's like Mommy Prozac to you?
