Happy Birthday Prowl!

Sooooo...our toddler has an obsession.  An OBSESSION I tell you.

With this guy.

His name is Prowl and he is the Lynx mascot

(Well, it is a long-distance obsession.  She would TOTALLY freak out if he got too close to her.)

But anyway, tonight was his birthday. And WE. WERE. THERE.  We were at the game and our toddler's mind was blown.

First off, his friends showed up. Mascots-From-A-Distance Heaven.

Crunch from the T-Wolves, Goldy Gopher, The Vikings guy, the Wild guy and the Saints bear

THEN, what did we get to do?  SANG HIM HAPPY BIRTHDAY.



It may not look like her mind is blown, but it was.

After that we kept making up random answers to the 72 times we were asked "When do we get to eat cake?"

Something like, "Um, Prowl only eats vegetables."

(And when Prowl disappeared for a few minutes and she asked where he was, we were all, "Oh, he's totally going poopy in the potty right now.  Do you want to go poopy in the potty?"  We were denied, but at least we tried.)

We spent the ride home talking about him and trying to determine how old Prowl was.  It was something along these lines, "Maybe he's 2!  Or maybe 8.  Maybe he is 6. It was Prowl's birthday.  I sang him the birthday song."

It was a fun night.

Happy Birthday Prowl.  Maybe someday we'll get brave enough to actually say hi to you.