This pic inspired me to write out how I would love for this scene to go.
"10, 20, 30, 40…" Mickey trailed off, counting half in his head and half not as he passed his bills from one hand to the other. Liam was fixed into his highchair, guzzling his Tang, staring at the only other person in the room.
"Who you?" The child asked bluntly, a curious look on his face.
Mickey paused what he was doing and looked up. “Uh… Mickey.”
"Mouse?!" Liam’s eyes were now wider than his cherub face as he thought now he might’ve met one of his heroes.
"Wh- No. Do I look like a fuckin’ mouse to you?"
"It’s da Mickey Mouse Clubhouse! Come inside da deh deh dih…" Liam sang, dancing in his chair.
Mickey made an annoyed face, furrowing his brows, just looking utterly disturbed. “Shut up.”
Liam stopped. “Seewup.”
"Seewup! Seewup!" Liam screeched, pointing towards the bottle of syrup on the table.
"You already have some."
"Alright! Jesus, fuck!!" Mickey grabbed the bottle harshly and drizzled some sugary goop on the kid’s pancake. "There. There’s your fuckin’ syrup."
Liam began tearing off pieces of his pancake and munching on them. “Thankoo.”