I'm Mark Rickerby, a 25-time Chicken Soup for the Soul contributing author and co-creator / head writer of a western TV series in development. My posts are usually inspiring, sentimental, humorous, or any combination of the three, with occasional essays about writing/publishing, parenting, travel, and other things that make life worth living. As the title suggests, also look for episodes of God’s (yes, God’s) TV series, Messin’ with Mark, wherein God messes with me for heaven's amusement. It's the only explanation for the bizarre things that happen to me. If they give you a laugh, great. If not, blame God – it’s His show! :)
They bring out the best in me. They sharpen my focus. They motivate me to pass the point where I stopped before. I want them to be proud of me and the work I do, but they are the reason for all of it. And if I were to fail as a parent, nothing else I ever accomplish would matter much.
My 19 month-old daughter has not only started fibbing but fibbing in the biggest way possible – blaming Mickey Mouse for damage she intentionally caused. She has a little hobby when she can’t sleep of picking the leather veneer off the backboard of the bed. Below is the video of her interrogation before being taken downtown and booked for vandalism.
UPDATE: Turns out she was telling the truth! Mickey Mouse confessed, has taken a few of the seven dwarves hostage, and barricaded himself inside the whale on the Pinocchio ride at Disneyland. Fortunately, he is unable to fire a weapon because of the giant, white gloves he wears, so his only defense against the SWAT team is to throw lollipops. One officer was struck in the neck by one of those giant ones they sell at the gift shop, causing a small welt. I will keep you posted as the situation develops. I feel terrible for not believing my toddler, but who would have guessed? Mickey Mouse, a common criminal!
Upon further research, I learned that Mickey Mouse actually has a rap sheet as long as the monorail. Here are a few of his past mugshots –