Once upon a time, Denver was an adorable tot.

No, seriously, look at that face…how adorable??

Okay, okay, that’s a baby pic, but don’t you wanna smoosh those cheeks?

ANYHOOZLES.

Way off topic here.

He was cute. He was the only child, grandchild, he was spoiled…

Which meant for approximately 3 years when he fell in love with the movie Mary Poppins I watched that damn thing, at least in part, EVERY DAY.

Let me clarify this for you…

Every day. For at least 3 years. At least 1095 days. I watched at least 20 minutes of Mary Poppins.

I grew to hate that snobby bitch.

I mean, sure she’s great on the first watch. Maybe even the second. Then you begin to realize her ‘practically perfect in every way’ rhetoric is just SO ANNOYING.

(For the record, I have since watched the 2nd and I do love the fun Emily has with the role. No offense to Dame Julie Andrews, whom I adore, but it’s a LOT of Mary Poppins).

Fast forward to 2014. We are at Disney for Kennedy’s Wish…and innocently wandering through Epcot…

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a beautiful Mary Poppins standing innocently in midst of the UK. Not surrounded by millions of people or a handler, just…there.

You KNOW what I did.

I mean, how could I not?

THREE YEARS, people.

You bet your butt I forced Denver to get a picture with her.

You can see his extreme joy at being forced not just into a picture, but one with Mary Poppins herself.

A mother’s memory is long…and revenge truly is a dish best served cold.