Okay, I have no idea if people are still reading this, but I just found it and read the whole thing!
Couple of my own:
1) My very sweet grandmother, who is the epitome of old world grace looks at a menu and says with sweet surprise, "Oh, they have ICED cake! What a treat that would be on a hot day!"
2) My daughter, 4 at the time, was bugging me and bugging me to take her on the haunted mansion. She is a pretty catious kid, though, and prone to nightmares, so I kept telling her I thought it wasn't a very good idea. It's on one of her movies though, and she was adamant, "No, I'll be fine, I promise, I just want to see it, I won't be scared!" etc. I finally decided to take her - it had been several years since I'd been on, and I didn't remember it being bad. Well, after we get in and she lives through the stretching room and we get in the doombuggies, we've made it through a few scenes, but we get to the graveyard, and she takes one look and says, so reproachfully (like I'm so disappointed in you, mom), "I really don't think this is good for me. Do you really think this was a wise choice?" She rode the rest of the ride with her head in my lap and her hands over her ears.
3) Next trip, same daughter but more adventurous now decided she wanted to ride Splash Mountain. I showed her the drop, but she said she could do it as long as I held her hand. So we wore our ponchos because it was too cold to want to be wet (January) and we go. Okey dokey, and she really did fine, but when we got to the big drop, she got pretty freaked and put her head in my lap again. I bent down over her to make sure she was okay and we go over.
So when we walking out, the people with us were moving faster because she was reliving the whole thing, and when we got to the picture area, the people in the log with us looked at me and tried not to snicker, and left quickly, so I looked at the picture, and there's me, you can't even see my daughter because she's short and in my lap and I'm bending over her, so basically I look like some poor, terrified woman cowering all alone in a red poncho in the back of the log. LOL! Everyone was looking at the picture and at us, and trying not to smile. Now my husband says that there's a family out there somewhere with that picture framed, who call me the poncho lady.
Couple of my own:
1) My very sweet grandmother, who is the epitome of old world grace looks at a menu and says with sweet surprise, "Oh, they have ICED cake! What a treat that would be on a hot day!"
2) My daughter, 4 at the time, was bugging me and bugging me to take her on the haunted mansion. She is a pretty catious kid, though, and prone to nightmares, so I kept telling her I thought it wasn't a very good idea. It's on one of her movies though, and she was adamant, "No, I'll be fine, I promise, I just want to see it, I won't be scared!" etc. I finally decided to take her - it had been several years since I'd been on, and I didn't remember it being bad. Well, after we get in and she lives through the stretching room and we get in the doombuggies, we've made it through a few scenes, but we get to the graveyard, and she takes one look and says, so reproachfully (like I'm so disappointed in you, mom), "I really don't think this is good for me. Do you really think this was a wise choice?" She rode the rest of the ride with her head in my lap and her hands over her ears.
3) Next trip, same daughter but more adventurous now decided she wanted to ride Splash Mountain. I showed her the drop, but she said she could do it as long as I held her hand. So we wore our ponchos because it was too cold to want to be wet (January) and we go. Okey dokey, and she really did fine, but when we got to the big drop, she got pretty freaked and put her head in my lap again. I bent down over her to make sure she was okay and we go over.
So when we walking out, the people with us were moving faster because she was reliving the whole thing, and when we got to the picture area, the people in the log with us looked at me and tried not to snicker, and left quickly, so I looked at the picture, and there's me, you can't even see my daughter because she's short and in my lap and I'm bending over her, so basically I look like some poor, terrified woman cowering all alone in a red poncho in the back of the log. LOL! Everyone was looking at the picture and at us, and trying not to smile. Now my husband says that there's a family out there somewhere with that picture framed, who call me the poncho lady.
now it may not get you totaly wet but it's still water.... Right.....
