Sometimes the funniest details of a nap photo are only apparent to me when I insert it, full-size, into my post. I thought I would be making a puppet joke. For, indeed, Cormac looks like a boy (who is not yet a REAL boy), resting in his father’s workshop for the night.
But, instead, I noticed that he is peacefully resting on top of Mickey Mouse, who looks like he has been crushed by his wee, curly Pinocchio. Facedown. No apologies.
And then I had a really, really bad thought that this is all a premonition about tomorrow’s Rapture. The angelic one, peacefully awaiting his heavenly reward (with the keys to The Gate at his feet) while the greedy, grasping empire of Disney lies FACE DOWN FACING THE RED FIRES OF HELL! (Or, as the case may be, a Lightning McQueen pop-up tent.) Mickey and his friends will pay now for making me watch Bambi so very many times.
I worried for a minute that making fun of the (supposed) Rapture might send me to Hell. But then my friend pointed out that there are SO many other reasons I won’t make the cut for the favored 3%. This is the least of it. Like what about that time my kid dipped his pacifier in the toilet at the Hilton Garden Inn?