OK, I have a "gays days" story. Let me start by saying I had the brilliant idea that we should all wear the same color shirts everyday so we'd be easy to spot if separated. And, we had no idea about gay days (I'm sure you see where this is going). We arrive in Orlando about midnight and are staying offsite until the next day. We wake up Sat, put on our red shirts, and go have breakfast before heading to Disney World. There were 12 of us, so we couldn't all sit at one table. I sat with the then baby, Bonnie, Sil, and Fil. Mil sat with my other two girls and neice. DH, DS, Bil and nephew all sat together, in their red shirts. People kept looking at them and we couldn't figure out why. Finished breakfast, headed to POP. After checking in we were in the lobby a little while, and one of the CM's at the desk called me over. She was cracking up because it was gay days, they were all in red and so were we. We're assuming everyone at the restaurant thought my DH, BIL, and their little boys (both boys look just like their respective daddys) made a lovely little family. The boys wanted to change, but nope, we were staying the way we were. We ended up at DHS, so I'm sure that was better than if we had gone to MK. My Mil, Sil, and I kept walking together to keep the boys together. We found it pretty funny. BIL, I think, found it funny, too, by the way he ate a hot dog later in the day.

A woman at another table couldn't stop staring at him.

DH said no red shirts on our next trip.