During a conversation with M yesterday, I remembered when I met Papa Smurf. I was maybe 5 or 6, and my parents took me to the Plaza mall in New Orleans East because the Smurfs were gonna be there. Yayyy! I was so freakin’ excited.
Imagine my shock when I got there. I’m here to tell you that a full-grown man in a Smurf costume is terrifying. All I could think was “That is WAY bigger than two apples tall!” And then I had a mini-freak out thinking that Gargamel had infiltrated the Smurfs somehow and managed to look like their leader and was in New Orleans to kidnap me and make me help him kill all the Smurfs.
Which explains why there is a picture of me standing in front of a 5’7″ Smurf with tears streaming down my red face in agony.