Our first Epcot day!
After dinner at Ohana, we called it a night, and made our way back home to POR. But first, we made our usual stop at the front desk to get our Keys to the Kingdom re-issued. Yeah, just doing our part to keep the world as we know it from falling apart at the seams.
Then off to bed. Tomorrows our first big Epcot day, and we are planning to be at the entrance for opening, and then dash like mad over to Soarin, which we expect to love, based on all we have heard so far.
Like a well-oiled touring machine, the three of us wake up exactly when were supposed to, and despite phoned-in annoying alien commentary, are dressed and ready for the day in record time. We quickly down our thrifty in-room breakfast, then grab our touring accoutrement (cameras, jackets, odergraph books and pens, extra batteries, memory cards, Pal Mickey, park maps), and were off to the bus stop.
We arrive at Epcot early. Were among the first in line, and this time everyones tickets work! Hurray! This is a very good sign. We are allowed through the turnstiles and into the park for a bit, before encountering ropes and CMs to prevent our eager onward push.
We are not the only ones chompin at the bit to get to Soarin. A swarm of other guests surrounds us. We wait. And then, things got a little fuzzy. I guess I was so anxious to get to Soarin, and so worried about keeping Bunny attached to me at the hand, that it all seems like a nebulous dream sequence now. I think there was music, and some sort of welcome, with a HOST of Disney characters on hand working hard to distract the teeming masses from The Land and Soarin.
I am almost distracted myself, because Mary Poppins is there in all her festive white-dress and hat splendor. We have not seen her yet, and I love Mary Poppins. I am sore tempted to stop and schmooze with Mary, but no, no. Soarin awaits! Bunny is all for stopping to meet characters and collect more odergraphs, but I talk her (and myself) out of it, and we are carried by the hordes into The Land, and the entrance of Soarin.
Aha! Finally here! First, I grab FastPasses for us all to ride again, because were fairly sure well want to. Then, we all get in the stand-by line. Its early enough that the line isnt very long, so were up front and ready to ride in no time.
I do so love the preflight safety check for this attraction, the brief film they show while youre in the waiting area, with your chief flight attendant, Patrick, who is so smugly self-assured, its quite amusing. Its a nice touch that the CMs working this attraction are also dressed as flight crew members.
And at last, were in. We are directed to the very FRONT seats, in the center section! We do not yet realize what good fortune that was. The music begins and the ride is exhilarating! My stomach drops as the wind whooshes through my hair and the faint scent of pine, and later, oranges wafts by. I lift up my feet so they dont get wet on the whitewater rafting scene. There is a Dad with his family seated next to me, and I can tell its their first time to ride, too, because we take turns saying Whoaaa!, Awesome, Wow! throughout the entire ride. Its pure magic.
Theres a group-think mentality at work here, too. Something extra special about being right in the midst of other people, who like you, are experiencing the same thing you are for the first time, and who appear to be just as entranced as you are.
We all three exit, and by unspoken agreement, get right back in line. Was there any question? The line is still not too long, so we save our FastPasses (oh yes, well use them!) and get in the stand-by line. This time, we are in a further back section, and off to the side. Its still an awesome ride.
After our second round of Soarin, we head over to the Seas, to jam with Crush. Bunny is encouraged to sit down close to the front where Crush can see her, because lets face it, she is not by any stretch of the imagination a shy child, and I have read that there is significant audience participation in this attraction. Bunny seems a prime candidate, since talking to people is probably her very favorite thing in the whole entire world to do. Even beating out eating chocolate ice cream, flying her kite, and writing stories which she also illustrates profusely.
I have the videocam at the ready. Crush appears and starts schmoozing with us dudes, then he asks the children in the audience if they have any questions for him. I have primed Bunny with what I think is a winning question.
Ask Crush if he has a shell-phone, I suggest to Bunny, knowing her great love of silly jokes. Get it? A shell-phone!
But Bunny is a little too star struck to comply. She sits mutely. For the first time in her scant almost six years, she is silent.

Crush calls on several little human dudes who are painfully shy and not much into conversation. I groan inwardly.
After the show, I ask Bunny if she wants to see Crush again, or move on. She opts for a repeat performance of Crush. Again, I coach her on questions she could ask, and encourage her to speak up. Bunny assures me that she will.
This time, I have the video camera on the whole time. Bunny is seated next to a little blonde girl who appears to be about three years old. When Crush asks the little dudes in the audience if anyone has a question for him, I see Bunny speaking very animatedly to the little blonde girl next to her. What the heck is she doing, I wonder, but I am too far away to hear it. I attempt a stage whisper, BUNNY. But she is too engrossed in her conversation to respond. I dont want to be a distraction, so I suppress the urge to whisper/shout again as Crush calls on several children who dont seem to want to talk at all. Sigh.
As I glance down toward the front, there is Bunny, still talking non-stop to the little girl. Suddenly, the little blonde gets up and makes a beeline to her mother, where she remains for the rest of the show.
When its all over, I asked Bunny, with just a little irritation tinging my tone, What on earth were you talking to that little girl about, and why didnt you ask Crush about his shell-phone?
Mommy! she is rather put out with me, I can tell. I TOLD her to ask Crush, but she wouldnt! I did my best to have her tell Crush about the phone, but she wouldnt!
Um, Bunny, I didnt especially want the other little girl to talk to Crush, I wanted YOU to talk to Crush. Youre the one whos always dying to talk to every breathing soul alive whenever we venture away from home!
Bunny counters, But I wanted HER to talk to Crush!
I can tell this is going nowhere, as Bunnys elusive brand of five-year old logic is clearly at work here. Evidently, I was being a pushy stage mother. Feeling a little embarrassed, and sorry that my child terrorized an innocent toddler, I suggest we forget this frustrating scene and move along.
We have lunch ADRs at Garden Grill, so we dont want to head too far off.
We opt to use our Soarin Fast Passes for one more magical ride before lunch. Grabbing another set of Fast Passes for later before we get in line. Since we have our fast passes from earlier, we are able to bypass a rather long line.
Bunny NOW chooses to get chatty with the people. As we herd her past the waiting masses, Bunny proudly tells all those in line, WE have Fast Passes! Look! We dont have to wait in line, we get to go to the front!!
Nana and I are embarrassed and more than a little fearful of setting of some serious line rage, so we attempt to corral Bunny through the line as quickly as possible, shushing her all the way. She totally doesnt get it.
WHAT?! she shouts, Why cant I talk to the people?
Bunny! hisses Nana, What do you think theyre going to cheer for you, because you get to go ahead of them in line?
I assure you, they were not.
This scene reminds me of a recent one at the grocery store, where I had taken Bunny with me to pick up milk and some more ibuprofen for her as we had both been sick with the flu.
Bunny has a little case of cabin fever, apparently, because she is jumping like a madwoman from tile to tile on the floor, acting like a crazed jumping bean. A very
healthy jumping bean, at that.
I should add that we are NEVER able to go to the store without seeing at least one, and usually several people we know. Its a small town. I feel a little embarrassed because Bunny and I have missed the last few days of school due to the flu, which really did hit us hard, but you have to understand that Bunny, who has ADHD, doesnt let much of anything get her down. And when she is sick, she typically goes in waves of hyper behavior, followed by totally zomboid behavior. She unfortunately happened to be in a hyper upswing during our store trip.
I myself was barely plodding through, leaning heavily on the cart, as Bunny did her completely healthy child on caffeine impression. I swear to you she had been running an impressive fever earlier that morning, and had taken a nap earlier in the day, too.
I kept trying to shush her, to calm her down. Finally, after spotting my boss further down one of the aisles (shes totally not going to believe that Bunnys been sick, I worried), I whispered to Bunny in desperation, LOOK! You have GOT to calm down! You have been sick, and so have I, but if someone we know sees you acting like this, theyre not going to believe that you have been sick!
Bunny stops dead in her hopping tracks and asks, very loudly, loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear, SHOULD I ACT SICK?
Back at Soarin, we have at last reached the pre-boarding area. Bunny is still upset with me for putting an end to her jubilant gloating over those in the stand-by line. She is trying to argue with me because I wont let her wave the fast passes in peoples faces. But Mommy!!!! I LOVE to talk to the people!
Finally I bend my head close to hers and hiss, Tough patooties!
Well! Bunny is very offended indeed. She looks around, and there standing before her is a uniformed CM, who looks very official.
With all the five-year old dignity she can muster, Bunny tugs importantly on his sleeve and informs him:
My mom just said a BAD word!

The CM looks down at Bunny quizzically for just a moment before doubling over in silent laughter. Then he turns around, quickly trying to regain composure.
All I can do is look despairingly at Bunny, and protest:
Patootie!! All I said was patootie!
But the more I protest my innocence, the more the CM just continues to snicker and nod knowingly in my direction, giving me that yeah, right! look.
Now, NMAmy, would you please take the stand, and state for the judge and all those witnesses here present that patootie is not a BAD word? In your own words, of course...Go ahead, I'll wait here.
And any others of you who wish to support my case, please feel free to chime in with your assurances that I did NOT, as Bunny accuses, utter a BAD word when I said, patootie.
The court will now take a brief recess, and when we return, we will have lunch at the Garden Grill with Chip and Dale and friends, and watch as Bunny steps on her delicious birthday cake.
Thank you.