Dear Mickey Mouse,
You have officially infiltrated every aspect of my daughter's life. Not only does she have all of your wonderful merchandise (thank you to everyone who has purchased said wonderful merchandise) but now Hannah sees your likeness in EVERYTHING. Last night she put two slices of ham next to each other and said "Look, Mickey Mouse"!
Since my daughter is now a member of your "Happy Army", I have one request. Please do not scare the tar out of my child when she sees you at Disney World - pretty please?