"Some people just ruin the magic....it's just not right!"
After our stay at Pop it was off to the Carribean Beach resort...an old family favorite. We were placed in the Jamaica section..or Aruba....ah shucks I forgot...but I'm pretty sure it was Jamaica. We usually request these sections because they are close to the main resort area. All it takes to get there is a walk over the bridge!
If you have ever stayed at the CBR...you know that the Custom House (where you check-in) is seperate from the food court and pool. We happened to check in at a slower time...and were able to get a "driver" over to our resort building soon after check in. I do feel like a VIP guest when I drive in those carts...with sunglasses on...and hair blowing in the wind.
Soon after we settled in, my SIL called and was wondering if I would watch the kids while she and big bubba went to have an early dinner. We would meet her at the Magic Kingdom and watch the kids at the park while they went over to the Grand Floridian to eat. We arrived at the MK around 3:30, and the kids were fully rested from their naps.
Since there is a gap with the ages of the kids (4,2,2,9m)... Matt took my neice to go on the "bigger kid" rides...while me and strudle took the youngin's around the toon town area. This area is packed with kids...and its very easy to get seperated. It was even worse for us since it had recently been raining...and the streets still remained a sea of yellow from all the ponchos! The kids are the "roaming" type...and keeping an eye on two toddlers is never easy. Luckily...aunty chowdah forgot her wallet and the toddlers were in clear trash bags that aunty strudle had stolen off the janitor cart in the bathroom. They stood out pretty well with those on. Don't worry folks...we cut out a "head hole" and "arm holes"...as well as trimmed the bottom so they could breathe!
After we walked around the area...we took the train around and met up with Matt and my neice over in Adventure Land (is that one word?) We all decided to go to the Alladin ride...you know...the knock-off dumbo....and hoped in a fairly long line. The group in front of us was pretty large...maybe like 5 adults, 4 kids and 3 teenagers. One of the adults asked if the kids were ours (me and matt's) and we replied "no"...saying that we were just babysitting for his sister. The lady then replied "why would you ever want to babysit brats like them?" WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Me and strudle just looked at eachother...never before had I ever heard someone call a child a brat in that manner....who would ever say that to someone! These kids were politely waiting in line...my niece passed the time playing hand games with strudle...matt kept the boys busy by letting them try and do pull-ups on his arms...and I just was holding the baby and talking with the family behind us. The kids in front of us were cursing and pushing eachother in the line. One even stepped on my nieces foot and just smirked "you should move out of the way" (excuse me?!). After the lady made the comment, even the family behind us seemed a little stunned.
Matt's not the type of guy who handles those things well...especially when it comes to his neices and nephews. He soon replied "well if you think these kids are brats...I can only imagine what you think of your own"...right away the lady got all defensive....and started verbally attacking matt. Matt kind of stood there...he looked at here with a straight, "not interested" face. The teenagers started making comments as well. All of the sudden the family infront of them started yelling at as well...apparently the kids had knocked over their son pretty hard. A CM soon walked over...to "resolve" the issue...and basically attempted to calm everyone down. The CM asked the kids to stop "horsen" around...at which point one of the other ladies in that group attempted to tell the CM off by saying that they payed all this money and the kids are going to do whatever they want...they're on vacation...and they're going to have a good time.
Since when does having a good time invlove insulting other families..and taking out toddlers?!?! I can understand that you do want to fully enjoy your vacation...especially since you have payed a lot of money....but other people in the park are in the same boat...and it's not fair to them when people act that way. Groups like that ruin the magic for me....it's just not fun.
After the little "shin-dig" it was off to get some dinner...and we headed back to CBR to get dinner at our food court. Here we met up with the rest of the gang...pushed a few tables together...dragged in some extra chairs...and sat down for a nice dinner. The majority of times...it's girls at one table...guys at the other. Communication can involve three kinds.... a) Screeming from table to table and across the food court.... b) using the kids as messengers... or c) walkie talkies. Today we had brought our walkie talkies....sometimes though...I forget my code name...mainly because they change it to random words everytime I use it.
That night my code name was "toast"....yea..."toast"....and strudles was "bus". Because there are so many walkie talkie users in Disney World...code names are a must have. Well...I walked over to my little food court station...or whatever its called...to order some pizza...when all off the sudden we heard someone on the walkie talkie...
(please note that the "ssshhhh" means static)
them: "we're...ssshhhh....bus...ssshhhhhhhh....to....shhhhhh...." (kid's voice)
us: "huh? what...."
them: "where are you...shhhhhh"
us: "we're getting pizza..."
them: "pizza?.....shhhhhh......"
us: "yes...I just told you we were getting pizza..."
them: "no you didn't...I thought we were going out to eat.....thats why we couldn't get ice cream"
us: "...your guys are so stupid...stop being jerks...it's not funny"
them: "who....shhhhh....is this"
us: "bus and toast....those are our names right?"
them: "...shhhhhhhh...."
us: "HEELLLOOOO....come on guys...whats going on..."
them: "I'm looking for Judy...are you Judy"
Right then...I guess walkie talkies are pretty poplular in Disney...even with 20 channels to choose from. We soon noticed something went wrong...and we could hear our table erupt with laughter. It wan't them on the other end...it was some poor kid trying to get in contact with his mom. The guys were listening to the whole conversation the entire time and didn't feel the need to comment! We were under the impression that it was maybe my neice or skip in the other end "yanking our chain"....but no....it wasn't.
us: "omg...buddy...I thought you were someone else...I am sooooo sorry..."
them: "so this isn't judy..."
us: "no...this is bus and toast"
them: "do you know where judy is"
us: "no...I don't know where she is..."
them: "ok...so am I not going to have pizza tonight?"
us: "I guess not...sorry"
them: "ok...bye bus...bye toast"
Overall the conversation was a riot...the kid couldn't have been that old...and he sounded really cute. After that we had a great dinner and the kids were picked up soon after. We spent the rest of the night on the beach watching the EPCOT fireworks...and looking thorugh photos on the digital camera. Tomorrow we planned on Operation DISNEY DEATH MARCH....