Cast: DH, who doesn't quite grasp the concept of "dinner food"
Me, getting tired but not willing to admit it to anyone.
DS Ben, who's mantra for the day was "Can we go back to the pool now?"
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Day 3:
With a promise to Ben that we'd come back to the pool at mid-day, we headed out to Animal Kingdom. By this time our diets were completely demoralized, so we thought nothing of giving our son Pop Tarts and Sprite for breakfast. Just what a hyped-up 8 year old boy needs to get his day off to a good start.
With very little wait for anything that morning, we were able to do quite a bit before lunch. By mid-morning we wanted a break from the heat so we walked in to Tarzan Rocks as it was starting.
Now, from the pictures I've seen of him I was pretty sure I was going to offer Tarzan a job cleaning my pool back home. He'd accept, naturally, but first I had to get at him. Unfortunately he doesn't show up all that much in the show. I never did get to meet him, which is ok I guess since I don't really have a pool back home.
We'd had frozen bananas during the show but somehow that wasn't quite enough. Our stomachs had been stretched to sagginess, and it was taking considerably more to keep them full. Normally we save the Turkey Legs for our Magic Kingdom day, but this time we made an exception. We were munching happily when I began to notice quite an unusual number of guests standing around, trying not to be obvious, watching us ripping away at that pink, ham-tasting flesh. Since we'd be in a bush if we turned around to avoid their stares, I said loudly "They're good!" A few people were alarmed and walked quickly away, but a few came closer. It was kind of creepy!
"What are they?" was the most commonly asked question. "Why are they pink? Are they raw?" was next. One woman refused to believe they were not raw, and looked like she was going to be ill at the thought of us tearing into uncooked poultry parts. I was a little bit ashamed, but not enough to stop eating. My only regret was that I forgot to bring floss. Geez, what a mess!
Bellies full once again, we headed over to Kali River Rapids knowing we'd be leaving the park to go to the pool after a few times around. We got a Fast Pass so we could hop right on again without waiting, and as we passed people coming off the ride we put on our best poker faces and asked the one's who'd gotten really drenched if this was a wet ride.
On our third trip down the rapids a 4 year old boy and his mom were on our boat and the poor little guy looked terrified. So my son, loving child that he is, wanted to make the ride more fun for him. In his best "This is going to be great" voice, he said "There's a HUGE drop on this ride!"
The little boy's chin started to quiver as I whacked Ben on the arm and said "Don't tell him that. He's scared!"
So Ben said "Ok, it's not HUGE, it's just REALLY BIG!" I told him to stop talking and he went on to say "Ok, it's not REALLY BIG, it's just PRETTY big." By now the boy was cowering against his mother and I had my hand over Ben's mouth. We reached the drop, went over, and the little boy's eyes got as big as saucers when he saw the wall of water coming over the opposite side of the boat. Thankfully, he missed getting the drenching, but the terror on his face was both heartbreaking and hilarious.
We walked back to our car, wet, sloshing, blissfully cool, and by the time we reached it I had a nasty bit of chaffing going on in the inner thigh region. I'd rolled my denim shorts up, and the rolled edge was creating a massive red mark that was beginning to sting. Rug burn from my own clothing! Thank goodness I'd brought Mole Skin!
We played in the pool and just as a tip for parents with smaller kids: get one of those squishy, soft balls-- the kind you'd use to play catch with a toddler. They're great fun in the pool and even if your child can't throw very far, they skim across the water beautifully! And they float! They also have the added benefit of being soft enough not to brain other guests if your child doesn't have great aim yet.
After an hour or so we went back to the room, changed, and the guys walked down to the PepperMarket to bring back some dinner before E-Night. While they were gone the skies opened up and poured! I took my notebook and sat with the door open, writing and enjoying the sound of the rain. I was not surprised when the phone rang, and DH said they were going to wait until it slowed a bit before coming back. I said I'd walk down with our rain ponchos and get them, since he'd taken the car keys but not the car. So after 5 minutes I left, ponchos and watershoes in hand. Typical men-- they were already half way back, having decided they wouldn't get THAT wet! Right! Another change of clothes, some unsympathetic comments about their wet shoes, and we were ready for dinner.
"Dinner" consisted of chips and candy bars. What were they thinking?! I told Ben he wasn't having any more candy tonight. He argued. I stood firm. He turned to DH and said "She's tougher than she looks."
E-Night is the greatest thing Disney has to offer. We rode all our favorites over and over with NO WAIT! I was weeping with joy, not only because there were no waits for the attractions, but because there were also no waits for the Ladies room!
The chaffing from my shorts was becoming unbearable, but I set my agony aside and cut a deal with Ben. For every 2 times around on BTMRR, we'd do one round of Splash Mt. He protested, but went along with it. As we were walking to the loading area he said "I'm scared on that big drop." Now, he's ridden it many times, but for whatever reason he just felt scared about it this time. So I explained the Laws of Physics to him.
"If you scream really loud on the way down, the suction you create with your scream helps stick you to the seat. You can't possibly fall out, and it also helps keep your body from producing the chemicals that make you scared." Throughout the entire ride his little voice piped up and said "Remind me when! Remind me when!" We reached the hill and as we rounded the top I said "Scream!"
It was blood-chilling, folks. That sound should not be made by any human being. My teeth rattled in my head and now I was scared to go down again! He, on the other hand, shouted "It worked!!"
We did everything at least one more time and then called it a night. Stopping at Caseys for a drink on the way out of the park I had the great good fortune to have been helped by CM Ty. He's one of those extra special people who are a little less blessed in one area and far more blessed in another and he is the kindest, gentlest man, with a heart that radiates in his face. If you're lucky enough to have him hand you your drinks, you'll leave knowing you've been touched by something extraordinary. A perfect way to say good night to the Magic.
Next: IOA: Ignorance, Pity and Utter Embarrassment
Me, getting tired but not willing to admit it to anyone.
DS Ben, who's mantra for the day was "Can we go back to the pool now?"
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Day 3:
With a promise to Ben that we'd come back to the pool at mid-day, we headed out to Animal Kingdom. By this time our diets were completely demoralized, so we thought nothing of giving our son Pop Tarts and Sprite for breakfast. Just what a hyped-up 8 year old boy needs to get his day off to a good start.
With very little wait for anything that morning, we were able to do quite a bit before lunch. By mid-morning we wanted a break from the heat so we walked in to Tarzan Rocks as it was starting.
Now, from the pictures I've seen of him I was pretty sure I was going to offer Tarzan a job cleaning my pool back home. He'd accept, naturally, but first I had to get at him. Unfortunately he doesn't show up all that much in the show. I never did get to meet him, which is ok I guess since I don't really have a pool back home.
We'd had frozen bananas during the show but somehow that wasn't quite enough. Our stomachs had been stretched to sagginess, and it was taking considerably more to keep them full. Normally we save the Turkey Legs for our Magic Kingdom day, but this time we made an exception. We were munching happily when I began to notice quite an unusual number of guests standing around, trying not to be obvious, watching us ripping away at that pink, ham-tasting flesh. Since we'd be in a bush if we turned around to avoid their stares, I said loudly "They're good!" A few people were alarmed and walked quickly away, but a few came closer. It was kind of creepy!
"What are they?" was the most commonly asked question. "Why are they pink? Are they raw?" was next. One woman refused to believe they were not raw, and looked like she was going to be ill at the thought of us tearing into uncooked poultry parts. I was a little bit ashamed, but not enough to stop eating. My only regret was that I forgot to bring floss. Geez, what a mess!
Bellies full once again, we headed over to Kali River Rapids knowing we'd be leaving the park to go to the pool after a few times around. We got a Fast Pass so we could hop right on again without waiting, and as we passed people coming off the ride we put on our best poker faces and asked the one's who'd gotten really drenched if this was a wet ride.
On our third trip down the rapids a 4 year old boy and his mom were on our boat and the poor little guy looked terrified. So my son, loving child that he is, wanted to make the ride more fun for him. In his best "This is going to be great" voice, he said "There's a HUGE drop on this ride!"
The little boy's chin started to quiver as I whacked Ben on the arm and said "Don't tell him that. He's scared!"
So Ben said "Ok, it's not HUGE, it's just REALLY BIG!" I told him to stop talking and he went on to say "Ok, it's not REALLY BIG, it's just PRETTY big." By now the boy was cowering against his mother and I had my hand over Ben's mouth. We reached the drop, went over, and the little boy's eyes got as big as saucers when he saw the wall of water coming over the opposite side of the boat. Thankfully, he missed getting the drenching, but the terror on his face was both heartbreaking and hilarious.
We walked back to our car, wet, sloshing, blissfully cool, and by the time we reached it I had a nasty bit of chaffing going on in the inner thigh region. I'd rolled my denim shorts up, and the rolled edge was creating a massive red mark that was beginning to sting. Rug burn from my own clothing! Thank goodness I'd brought Mole Skin!
We played in the pool and just as a tip for parents with smaller kids: get one of those squishy, soft balls-- the kind you'd use to play catch with a toddler. They're great fun in the pool and even if your child can't throw very far, they skim across the water beautifully! And they float! They also have the added benefit of being soft enough not to brain other guests if your child doesn't have great aim yet.
After an hour or so we went back to the room, changed, and the guys walked down to the PepperMarket to bring back some dinner before E-Night. While they were gone the skies opened up and poured! I took my notebook and sat with the door open, writing and enjoying the sound of the rain. I was not surprised when the phone rang, and DH said they were going to wait until it slowed a bit before coming back. I said I'd walk down with our rain ponchos and get them, since he'd taken the car keys but not the car. So after 5 minutes I left, ponchos and watershoes in hand. Typical men-- they were already half way back, having decided they wouldn't get THAT wet! Right! Another change of clothes, some unsympathetic comments about their wet shoes, and we were ready for dinner.
"Dinner" consisted of chips and candy bars. What were they thinking?! I told Ben he wasn't having any more candy tonight. He argued. I stood firm. He turned to DH and said "She's tougher than she looks."
E-Night is the greatest thing Disney has to offer. We rode all our favorites over and over with NO WAIT! I was weeping with joy, not only because there were no waits for the attractions, but because there were also no waits for the Ladies room!
The chaffing from my shorts was becoming unbearable, but I set my agony aside and cut a deal with Ben. For every 2 times around on BTMRR, we'd do one round of Splash Mt. He protested, but went along with it. As we were walking to the loading area he said "I'm scared on that big drop." Now, he's ridden it many times, but for whatever reason he just felt scared about it this time. So I explained the Laws of Physics to him.
"If you scream really loud on the way down, the suction you create with your scream helps stick you to the seat. You can't possibly fall out, and it also helps keep your body from producing the chemicals that make you scared." Throughout the entire ride his little voice piped up and said "Remind me when! Remind me when!" We reached the hill and as we rounded the top I said "Scream!"
It was blood-chilling, folks. That sound should not be made by any human being. My teeth rattled in my head and now I was scared to go down again! He, on the other hand, shouted "It worked!!"
We did everything at least one more time and then called it a night. Stopping at Caseys for a drink on the way out of the park I had the great good fortune to have been helped by CM Ty. He's one of those extra special people who are a little less blessed in one area and far more blessed in another and he is the kindest, gentlest man, with a heart that radiates in his face. If you're lucky enough to have him hand you your drinks, you'll leave knowing you've been touched by something extraordinary. A perfect way to say good night to the Magic.
Next: IOA: Ignorance, Pity and Utter Embarrassment
Interesting thoughts on Splash Mtn LOL Maybe I'll try it next time hehehe
LOL!! And it's good to know someone else gets "rug burn" from their shorts! I thought I was the only one! 
