For this wonderful relaxed evening at the MK, I had one selfish goal: To be front and center of the castle to watch Wishes. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently so.
According to my carefully planned laid back evening, we needed to get to the bus stop at 5:00. In my head, we had the following agenda:
5:30 arrive at MK, get FP for Jungle Cruise
5:40 have a Dole Whip whilst waiting for FP return
6:00 ride JC
7:00 have dinner at Columbia Harbor House
8:00 find prime spot for parade
10:00 either stay in prime spot or move in front of castle
rest of evening, ride whatever, EMH
So here's what actually happened:
4:55 knock on MIL door, announce we are heading to bus stop, see ya there.
However, they are not ready, and MIL says to my children, "help Whiner find his lanyard." So, I roll my eyes, and say, "No, we are going to the bus stop!" We had an extra lanyard, so we gave it to BIL, and left. They caught up with us and we had a good 10-15 minute wait for the next bus. So what does BIL do? He disappears! I don't know where, either to smoke, get coffee, but nowhere when Whiner needs to go! Who does he tell? Me! I told him he'd have to wait til his dad returned. Of course BIL returns just in time for the bus, so we load. Remember it takes a good 10 minutes to load two chairs, so now Whiner has waited over 20 minutes to go. Add another 5 minutes to finish loading the bus, and we head for the MK. Somehow, I ended up being the closest adult to Whiner, so I am the one he expressed his level of bladder control to. I tried to pretend I didn't know him.

About 5 minutes into the ride, he started squirming, and shifting, and kept looking and me with a grave panic in his eyes. Then the tears started rolling down his face. He turned to me and said, "Aunt Kristi, I can't hold it anymore, I have to go now!" I'm caught in a conundrum:
1. Do I LMAO?
2. Do I sympathize?
3. Do I keep ignoring him?
4. Do I turn around and yell at BIL to grow a set and take some responsibility and stop dumping his parental duties on others while he selfishly smokes because his son is going to need years of therapy to conquer the embarassment he will suffer if he wets his pants?
THAT is the question........