Cause I am anal like that and allBut the wait was well worth fulfilling her dreams. And reminiscing about mine.
But my Twerps has other items on the agenda.
Punks....So we had to settle for this.
Food always seems to do the trick. And let me be the first to say that these pineapple floats were the next best thing to Dr Pepper lip gloss. I know. Those are fightin words - but true.
Middle Twerp loved all the characters walking around. It was so sweet to see the awe in his eyes. And the terror and fear in Baby Twerp's eyes. We are not real sympathetic parents. We feel like you should face your fears. So we throw him in front of this huge wild monkey. We think it is effective.
Look, we did it to Eldest Twerp and she turned out okay...right?But the highlight of the trip....BY FAR...was this.We went to see Ariel on Friday...when it was raining...and NO ONE was there...and there were NO lines.
But we could not find her. And Eldest Twerp kept telling me to go look at Ariel's Grotto. And I was all like THAT IS JUST A RIDE -- SHE IS NOT THERE.Uhm..okay...so I was totally wrong. And when she finally convinced me to go look, it was a 45 minute wait...and it was well into the afternoon...and EVERYONE was worn out. And there was NO WAY we were waiting.
So we left and she never complained. And I overheard her talking to a girl at the pool that night and she said, "Disney was so cool. I did not get to see Ariel though, but it will be okay. I should just be thankful for what I have."
So I went and got a stupid 2-day pass and kicked myself in the butt. What was 45 stinkin minutes?So we went back the next day and it was all worth it for this....As I took my pics I of Eldest Twerp and Ariel I cried....like a baby. Because you know what that look is? It is the last look of childhood. The last gaze of awe and amazement. The last look of belief and innocence. And I wanted to bottle it up and hold onto it forever.