So after a slow start to our Sunday, we had to get up early Monday for our character breakfast.
When we got to our room the first day, we had the character breakfast already assigned for us on the Monday. (They put them on tickets that tell you where you eat all week. The only assigned breakfast is the character breakfast, other than the last day when you depart. )
I really hadnt been looking forward to the character breakfast. I had read bad reviews about the food, and we had already done a couple of character dinings at WDW. One of them was not very good (Cape May Café at the Beach Club) but the other was pretty good (Chef Mickeys at the Contemporary.)
But we were pleasantly surprised. First, it wasnt very crowded. Youre seated with the same people who you eat dinner with every night. Quite a few people chose to skip.
The breakfast was in Parrot Cay, where we had already had lunch the first day. We could order off a menu a variety of breakfasts. I think I got a cheese omelet, sausage, hash browns and a bagel. It was all good. DH got an ham and cheese omelet, hash browns and bacon and sausage. He cant remember if he had anything else. (He also liked his) And DD got a pancake, Mickey waffle and eggs, I think. (How in the world do I forget such things just a week later Its an age and Mommy thing, Im sure
Our dinner tablemates came for breakfast too and we all had a lot of fun. The characters all came around and we had plenty of time to say hello and take pictures. The professional photographers dont come around with them, so bring your own camera. We got some cute pictures.
You may have noticed that our daughter has a thing about kissing the nose of the characters. She even grabbed Chip or Dale by the tie to pull him toward her. I'm not sure what that's about, but she tries it with most of them. Go figure.
Our servers made hat for the girls.
After breakfast, we decided to go swimming. It was still cold out, but not as bad since we were continuing to travel south. During the summer, we take our DD to a local water park. She loves it, but is never much of a daredevil. Well, she was dying to try the Mickey slide.
I walked up the steps with her, since it was pretty high up there. She continued up the rest of the way on her own and down she went. My husband was at the bottom waiting, and said she had a huge smile. She immediately jumped up and wanted to go again.
After two or three times, a lifeguard told my husband that she was too short to be on the slide. The height restriction was 38 and shes only about 3 feet tall. Well, my husband wasnt thrilled. There was a lifeguard at the top of the slide and one at the bottom. He told the one at the bottom, who made the comment, that he should have said something before our DD went down a few times. The lifeguard said she could continue, but she needed to be careful. He also said he couldnt promise another lifeguard would allow her to go on again later.
We were a bit bummed. But we understood the restrictions. Again, we just wished they would have said before she went on. And Im sure we should have known.
After she went down a couple more times, we told her we were moving to a different pool, where movies were playing. We kept her away from that pool the rest of the time (which wasnt tough considering the cold days other than days we were in port) We didnt want to tempt her to go up and have to tell her no. So over at the family pool, we played in the water for a while, but I thought it was cold. So we moved to the Jacuzzi, which was nice and warm and over a little cover which came in handy when it started to rain.
After a little while, we headed back to the room and took our naps.
When we got up and had room service, I think. DD wanted to go back to the club, so we took her and then went to do some more shopping and exploring. (our favorite pastime. We ended up buying quite few things on the ship, including a sweatshirt for me, jacket for DH, toy for DD, bracelets for DD and me, magnets etc. Actually, I think our shopping trips cost us the most in the end other than excursions and spa visit.)
Here's what was on the Navigators for that day.
Then we went to get DD who never wanted to leave the club. She had a blast.
It was in the elevator, on the way back to our room,
that we experienced our mortifying moment.
So there we were, standing quietly minding our own business. A couple was on with us. I cant tell you much about them, because after my DD opened her mouth, I refused to look at them but a split second.
Now I should tell you that DD isnt shy, not even close. Shes the kid who runs up to complete strangers and shows them her bathing suit, or tells them the name of her cousin or wants to kiss their little baby. So I wasnt shocked when she spoke to the woman, just by what she said.
You look like Piglet, my DD blurted out (not different than you or I would say, Its a beautiful day out.)
My husband and I just stood there in shock. I briefly looked at the woman, as she took a glance back at the monster who just referred to her as Poohs cute little friend. And just in case the woman thought she misunderstood, my DD was kind enough to repeat her statement, again, just as casual as could be.
Now heres the thing. From my quick glance at the woman, I can tell you my daughter wasnt referring to her size. She wasnt a big woman. My daughter honestly didnt mean anything by it. In her own way, I think it was a compliment. And in all honesty, there wasn't something about the woman's face that reminded me of sweet little Piglet. Even as I write that, I know it doesn't sound like a compliment, but I mean it as one.
Yeah, dont worry. I didnt say any of that out loud. In fact, I stopped looking at my daughter (after my face returned to its normal shade of white)

and tried to pretend I didnt know the little 3-year-old girl in the elevator (which she pronounces alligator, by the way) What horrible parents would leave such a precocious child in an elevator by herself? Thank God it wasnt us.
So Id love to tell you if we snuck off the elevator before the couple or after them. But I think the humiliation of that 30 seconds was just too traumatic for me. I just dont remember. Neither does DH.
If by chance, the very lovely couple is reading this report I would apologize, but I dont know who that child was her parents should probably not let her ride alone in elevators.
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