(Remember him? If not, see “Introducing Mr. Happy” 1/30/12.)
Meet Mr. Happy.
I turned sharply down the aisle and saw him perched, yellow and proud, at the very edge of the eye-level shelf. With no thought of expense, I immediately decided to purchase him. (Well maybe he cost only $1.19. On clearance.) Exactly what drew this little yellow plastic figure to me so quickly and decisively? That radiant smile? His upbeat, encouraging skin tone? Yes! Well, kinda. Okay, not really. If truth be told, I liked his HUGE head on his virtually nonexistent body. I myself have a big ole head, I admit it, and it’s always thrilling to see others (even toy others) with bigger heads (relatively speaking) than mine, because for that one sick moment I can forget about my own watermelon. [Sorry, I’m off the subject here. And off my therapist’s advice to love and cherish all my amazing body parts.]
I pick up my four-year-old grandson Daniel from his Pre-K class every Monday and Wednesday at noon. So I decided to share Mr Happy with Daniel, on the stipulation that the little yellow fellow (Mr. Happy, not Daniel) “live” in the cup holder of Daniel’s car seat in my backseat after I drop D off at his home. Thus began Mr. Happy’s involvement in our lives.
Mr. Happy is always smiling, always joyful. Daniel and I have so much fun talking about the adventures that Mr. Happy experiences. We even wrote a little song about him (which I will share soon). You will be seeing and hearing from Mr. Happy from time to time in this blog. Sail on!