Let me back up a little if I may. Do you remember all of the pre-trip drama? About a week before the trip, we find out that Daneice had mono. Her mother had a flippy fit. Demanded that her children be returned right away because she knew her child and she would give her better care than anyone else. Excuse me, but if you were providing such great care, then please explain why your 8-year old has mono? Uh, did I just say that out loud? Of all the things about my MIL, putting her grandchild in harm's way is not something she would do. If the Doc said no Disney trip, then no Disney trip it is. But psycho MON (mother of neice) is just not a person to reason with. She does, however, listen to me and Sirius....she stops breathing for Sirius.
I can't believe I left out this tidbit of pre-trip drama. Anyhow, MON's condition for letting Daneice go was that she couldn't ride anything that would jar her spleen. Which we followed.
Back to the evening at MK.....
After Wishes, hey look, I figured out what it was called! After Wishes, we secured our VIP bling that states to the off-siters that we are the chosen ones. Oh how I coveted those wristbands during our previous trip. I longed to have a wonderful CM strap one of them suckers on me with loving care. Finally, I had been crowned (or armed) with the symbol of elite status so I could remain in the park until wee hours of the morning with a few thousand other guests....
Except that the line to get these was way too long, and I was hot and sticky and the thing was a little tight. But I didn't mind, it was a status symbol afterall. Like when you got your new Levi corduroys and Top Siders. Sure they were a bit stiff and uncomfty at first, but once broken in, you were good to go and oh so stylish. I never got my green corduroys quite right plus I didn't have any Polo shirts that matched them.
Alright, alright, back to the story! We hit IASW, then Mickey's Philarmagic. While in line, we chatted about our next park, MGM. Somehow we got on the subject of TOT and all of the sudden.......
Helllloooooooo.....Is this thing on???
No one mentioned anything about dying, not sure where that came from. But now there were two little girls crying, the bigger girls frantically giving out hugs and reassurance while fighting back tears and the men folk are just rolling their eyes. Whatevah! Just get our 3-d glasses and give us a moment! 
Took me all night but I caught up. Read all 25 pages and put three kids to bed. 
...how could she keep up the pace at Disney? Also how many ways can people spell your name 
