Okay y'all...this is just a shorty, drive by sort of chapter...no pics, just words...promise TONS of pics in the next chapter!!!
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After the completion of the Quest for Lady Tremaine, we had to switch gears and quick! It was time to find a "spot" from which to watch the super cool SPECIAL edition presentation of Wishes!!! I was psyched!! I love me some Wishes! I saw it every single night of my honeymoon last year, except the one night we did Illuminations...which we might have enjoyed more if the very intoxicated man next to us...invading our SPACE...hadn't been smoking (in a NON smoking area!) and burping and BLOWING the burp at his loud and obnoxious son...who found that UPROARIOUSLY hilarious...cuz y'know...how do you enjoy Illuminations when you throw up in your mouth...like FIVE times?! How I ask you...HOW?! Well you can't. So Illuminations is on our list for this trip. We are gonna watch it, and enjoy it...without smoke and beer burps. GROSS!
Anyhow...sorry if anyone was trying to eat and read...
It was time to stake out a spot for Wishes!!
After only minimal eyebrow raising at Sally to get her into the kid transporter...(teddy was sleeping and Sally didn't want to get drooled on
GET IN...NOW...please! worked well...) we headed into the sea of bodies.
When Wishes spot staking, Jay and I are in the "Middle of Mainstreet near Casey's" camp. It puts us in prime snackage/powder room location and the view of Wishes is FAB! At least we think so...and so did the other 84,000 people who were trying to get that EXACT same spot!! rar!
We politely pushed and elbowed our way to our SPOT. *ahem*
Jay ran into Casey's to get us our traditional Wishes snack: a bucket of corn dog nuggets...or as I like to call them FATTY bombs.
I can stand to eat like...two, before I start to feel ill. With the way my tummy was feeling I thought perhaps I would maybe look at one and call myself satisfied!!
We had actually gotten there a little early, so we had some "sittin" time before the show started. Sittin time is dangerous to ones wallet. Dangerous b/c those wretched carts filled with the most obnoxious toys ever INVENTED come strolling down the street and park themselves right in front of your children. The spinning, flashing, whirring, seizure inducing (true actually) obnoxiousness caught Sally's eye right off.
"MissCammie...ummm...can I go...*cough* look?"
I smacked her around a little with an eyebrow just to remind her how much MissCammie DESPISES toys that spin, flash, whir, and induce seizures...and said
"Sure...have at it!"
Teddy, suddenly energized, hopped up to join his sister. Within seconds I was assaulted with:
"MISSCAMMIE!!! LOOKIT THIS ONE!! ISN'T IT AWESOME?!" followed by the frantic waving of a Sorcerer Mickey that had a THING on its head that spun around and flashed and made a horrible whirring noise. "ISN'T THIS SO COOL?!"
no. it is not cool. it is loud. misscammie no likey.
*ahem*
Sally Rally wandered slowly over to me...not quite looking me in the eye...
"Ummm...MissCammie...umm, where did Daddy go? I mean, I'm just wondering where Daddy went..."
I said nothing...the eyebrow said it all. It said "Do you think you are going to ask Daddy for that obnoxious, flashing, whirring toy b/c you are fairly certain that I will say NO ABSOLUTELY STINKIN NOT...is that what you think? Just who do you think is in charge here? cuz it ain't daddy..." *AHEM*
"Well I mean I was just going to ask him something...about...this toy..."
I had to laugh. She wanted what she wanted and was almost wiling to go head to head with her step mom as long as her daddy was there to stand behind...little POOTSNORKEL!
I then had to remind myself that we were on vacation. If the kids wanted to buy these loud, obnoxious toys that eliminate all need to use ones imagination thus CRIPPLING one for LIFE in areas of creativity and socialization and world peace...*ahem* then I needed to not be such a control freak about it. Besides...I knew how to disable toys like that...EASY!
Oops...broken...which I am TOTALLY allowed to do according to the Wicked Stepmother handbook! SO THERE!
*ahem*
"REALLY?! I can have it?!"
"yup..."
I could HEAR the next question forming in her brain
"Oh um, do I have to use..."
My eyebrow said "Do you honestly think that one penny of ADULT money would go towards a toy like that? Yeah...not so much..."
"I mean, do I have ENOUGH money in my wallet...is what I was saying..."
That's what I THOUGHT you were going to say!
"Oh and MissCammie, don't worry. I mean, this is TOTALLY a grandma's house toy!"
indeed.
That's my Sal. She knows that the likelihood of that toy breaking will go down dramatically if she takes that wretched thing out of my immediate vicinity! Like MILES out of my vicinity. What can I say?
Wicked.
Teddy, of COURSE, wanted the very same obnoxious toy that his sister wanted...and even though I felt a migraine starting just LOOKING at those...toys...if you can call them that...I allowed the children to make their very first purchase with their very own Disney money. They were both thrilled. I could also tell that they couldn't quite believe I was allowing such a thing to go on and that I was perhaps the pod person I kept thinking Sally had turned into!
When Jay returned with the Fatty Bombs and was met with spinning, flashing whirring obnoxiousness, he gave ME an eyebrow that said "Babe, are you aware that the children purchased toys that make noise within FEET of you?...are you drugged and or somehow adhered to the ground?".
I shrugged and gave him my "It's vacation" face.
I got a hug! For not being a totally wicked!
And really, the kids were excited to have those things...and they'd been through so much and still had so much ahead, that I figured they deserved every drop of joy and whisper of a thrill they could get a hold of. Cuz how often does anybody really ever get moments like that in life? Not very often.
So we settled down to watch Wishes! Special edition...
and it was good. It wasn't as good as the original Wishes, in my humble opinion, but it was good. I'm glad I saw them. The kids liked them too. Which was cool b/c just a year ago they had been CONVINCED that they were afraid of fireworks. Like hands clamped over ears, crying and hiding your face afraid...Even though the fear depended upon the company they were keeping...if you know what I mean...rar...and as they had kept that company for a week before we left for disneyworld, i was pretty sure they had been reminded on several occasions how afraid they were...situationally...of fireworks. Teddy had started the fireworks with his hands over his ears. So I picked him up.
"Teddy...are you afraid of noises?"
"No"
"Are you afraid of lights?"
"No"
"So should you be afraid of fireworks that are made of lights and noises and magic?"
"Mommy said I was"
I was about to explain that if TEDDY wasn't afraid, then he wasn't afraid...no matter who told him he should be...
but I was interrupted by Teddy screeching
"MISSCAMMIE!!!!!!!! LOOK!!! IT'S PINKERBELLE!!!! DO YOU SEE HER FLYING?! SHE'S REAL!!!! LOOKIT!!!!LOOKIT!!! DID YOU SEE HER?!
That boy loves him some Pinkerbelle.
He squished my cheeks with both his hands and gave me a big ol kiss...right smack on the lips!
(which i still struggle with a bit b/c I did NOT come from a kiss on the lips family...I think naked families do kisses on the lips too...or I have issues...it could be that...it probably is...yeah...it is...)
"MissCammie I LOVE YOU!!! THIS IS SO HAPPY!!!"
Oh man this child and his spontaneous gushes of joy. He kills me. And when he is sorely testing my patience and sanity, I remember moments like this. This five year old boy who is still baby enough to laugh with abandon and delight for no other reason than he feels it inside himself. God bless this child and protect his joy.
So of course I start crying. I'm crying b/c Sally has moved into the dark side where she knows that joy can be stolen...she knows that happiness can be fleeting at best and sometimes those you love the most can hurt you the deepest. I'm crying b/c as Teddy was exclaiming his thrill at seeing a real pixie fly through the air, his sister looked at me and said:
"Is she real MissCammie? Is she really the real life Tinkerbelle? Do you think she is?"
What is real? What can I trust? What can I believe in? Tell me it's okay to believe...
"She's the real deal SallyRally. She is..." Because we are at Disney and magic is real if you believe it is.
We choose to believe.
