"What's the big deal about this ride? Can't we just come back later when there is no lineup?" Nanny inquires in an angry exasperated tone that rarely comes from her.
All eyes turn on me.
Poppa looks at me and then Nanny and then back to me. I can tell he is sizing up the situation, as it is rare to hear Nanny snap like that. Poppa and I both know that the rare times she does snap there is hell to pay and since we are the two people closest to her we are most likely to pay it.
As he meets my eyes I can tell he is sending me a warning. He is telling me that I've teetering on the edge of pissing Nanny off. We have been rushing faster than she can go quite alot lately. Okay his eyes don't tell me that last part. My guilt does.
His eyes soften, as he can read my panic. He knows I really want to do this ride and above all he has faith in me and my plan.
I'll take a moment out here to expand on that last statement. I'm truly blessed to have a Father that believes in me. I know not everyone has that in their life. It's not that Nanny doesn't believe in me. My relationship with Nanny has always been different-as it should be perhaps it is a Mother/daughter thing versus a Father/daughter thing. I just know that Poppa and I can hear each other without talking. That I just feel better being in his presence. That he loves me regardless of whether we go on this ride or not.
Everyone is still waiting.
Remember it is still raining. Not hard but enough to add
dramatic effect.
And I'm thinking.
Thinking about how long it is going to take me to get through the fast pass line.
Thinking about how although the regular queue says "25 minute wait" on it that since the lineup is out the door there is no way it is only a 25-minute wait.
Thinking about how the plan is to get out of the park after lunch and how I don't want a fast pass return for 2:30 anyway because we can't use it.
All my thinking is tampered by the tone of my mother's voice.
Suddenly I'm thirteen again I doubt myself. I'm tired and I'm sick of holding it all together while the kids crumble around me. Maybe it's my time to crumble.
Feeling overwhelmed and discouraged I meet Poppa's eyes again. They seem to say, "It's all okay Kiddo. Whatever you choose I will gladly do." In other words Poppa reminds me that what matters is that we are all here together as a family. Not whether we go on some new ride or not.
I notice Cindy leans into Poppa and he gently pats her shoulder. I melt and not because of the rain.
Does it really matter what we do?
Why am I making such a big deal out of it?
"How about we head into the lineup? At least it is out of the rain and if it is too long we'll just leave?" I suggest hopefully a little perkier than I feel.
Dh and Poppa jump into action quickly and start helping the kids make their way through the crowds into the queue for the ride.
Nanny's eyebrows meet. She hesitates for a moment.
"Come on Mom. I'll walk with you" I jokingly put my arm around her. Never one for public display of affection she shrugs it off. But as she does it she makes a grunting noise I take to mean "I'm joking with you again because all is forgiven".
We all file into the ride.
One big happy dysfunctional but loving family.
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Get FP's???? 
I'm not good with trying to keep my thoughts in my head sometimes...lol. And I think that there is absolutely no issue with who your son likes as his favorite character...none at all. My 3 year old ds likes her too...and LOVES the movie.
I'm sorry that the weather was such a struggle the whole time. I'm loving all of your pictures and think you have a lovely family.
Second guessing yourself
Never, ever doubt the plan. 
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And the drinking can begin when the WS opens girlfriend!! 
