Remember when Epcot was all about Figment?
Imagination has apparently taken the back seat.
I saw 7 princesses at Epcot and not a single life-sized dragon.
And when I told Dr. Krog I wanted to get Figment's coat of arms tattooed on my wrist, he almost choked on his protein bar. Combine a key, a dragon, a frilly shield, and a figment of one's imagination, and you've pretty much got me covered.
Don't worry, little dragon.
As long as you match her Rapunzel dress, I suspect you'll be popular at our house.
The ears match, too.
I'm pretty sure I was wearing a Goofy hat at that age.
And until high school.
The one with dangly ears.
I once dated a boy who was... what word did he use?
Ah, yes. He was disturbed by my Goofy hat.
I miss that hat.
Now I have to hide my inner goof most of the time.
Luckily, I'm surrounded by goofs.
And it's socially acceptable to wear silly hats all winter long.