Waaay before we were good buddies, on our first trip to Disneyworld Florida, my fellow bloggers, the Disney 7 (well, the other 6), were most perplexed by the fact that any time anyone from Disney mentioned the ‘hidden Mickeys’ placed all around the resorts and parks, I dissolved into snorty cackling. It didn’t matter how much I tried. One mention of a mickey and that was it – my shoulders would shake… tears would spring into my eyes… It’s so much worse when nobody gets what you’re even laughing about.
The thing is, in Ireland a mickey is a… well, it’s a willy.
Hence, ‘searching for hidden mickeys’ brought a whole new mental picture to mind than gaily flouncing about trying to spot little mouse shapes.
Anyhoo, I digress.
Recently, I was the recipient of a very solemn phone call from school. Apparently the Death Wish Dude had been caught defacing another pupil’s book. Three of them were involved. The others being George (of George’s brownies fame) and another of the Dude’s buddies, a girl.
Reader, I was shocked.
He’s a silly bugger, but he’s a good kid. And I can’t imagine him doing anything malicious. I told this to the teacher. She agreed.
Apparently it wasn’t malicious at all:
The crime – this terrible crime that warranted a telephone call to his parents? He’d drawn a willy.
It was all I could do not to laugh. However, I solemnly accepted that this behaviour was not to be encouraged, and promised to give him a stern talking to.
I said to him: ‘you tit’.
Anyhoo, this incident has set in motion a willy-themed madness in the Dude and his mates, culminating in his whipping up a little present for them in the kitchen last night. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…
The willy cookie. Or ‘cockie’ as it became known on Twitter last night. Or for you Irish people, the ‘mickey bickie’ (thanks to Aoife for that one).
His father took one look at it and said ‘blimey. If that’s what he thinks they look like he’s not been paying enough attention in biology’.