Watching Mighty Mouse on TV on a Saturday morning (yeah -- long time ago). Running back and forth between mom and the TV to update her on every punch and chase. She was getting ready to go somehwere, doing something in front of the mirror. I was breathless with excitement. She listened to every update, totally fascinated, even more than me. She really loved Mighty Mouse -- she had to, right? Why else would she be so interested in what I had to say?
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