"Oh boy!"

I'm starting to get to know more of my neighbors, because on the way home from dropping off Lennon, I encounter quite a few of them.  I see one family in particular just about every day.  The older girl rides her bike and looks a lot like the little girl who dies in that Bridge to Terebithia movie, so of course I instantly want to hug her.  Her little sister rides in a wagon pulled by her dad, and she always has a nest of messy blonde hair and footie pajamas, and I adore her.  

I started out just nodding to them.  That seemed most appropriate, what with the earliness and the hotness and the lateness to school.  Then, about two weeks ago, I introduced the, "Hi!" and worked my way up to a quick, somewhat hesitant, forced cheerful because, remember, it's early, but still quite friendly "Good morning!" along with the nod.  I felt pretty good about it.  

This morning, the one in the wagon looked up at me through a curtain of yellow hair, and said (with awe?  anger?), "You sound just like Mickey Mouse."  

And you know what?  I COMPLETELY DO!