After dinner at Kona Café we went to Downtown Disney to do some shopping. Each little bite had their own spending money in hand, and seeing as how they are HUGE
Lego fans, I thought for sure that wed be heading straight for the store.
But I could see in Little Bite 1s eye that he had a different agenda.
I caught him several times that week looking at peoples necks, a blend of curiosity and wonder across his face. Not quite car crash on the side of the road kind of look, but more of a truck load of chickens spilled onto the highway stare. Other than noticing face and where his eyes were landing, I didnt pay much attention. In hind sight, I should have, for Pandoras box was hanging around the necks of countless Disney guests, and 1 was being sucked in.
As I said, I assumed we were headed for the Lego store. If youve made it this far in the TR, you know what the Lego store holds for me. It is an exercise in patience and multi-tasking. So when Little Bite 1 said hed rather go someplace else first, I was okay with that. I know hed been wanting Ghiardelli ice cream, so I thought that was what he was going to suggest. But then he said it.
Can we go to the pin store?
Yes, hes gone to the dark side.
To say that this store is overwhelming is like saying WDW is underwhelming. Countless rows of shining pins hang on an octagonal column in the center of the store. People with briefcases hover around outside, exposing their loot to those who know the secret handshake, secret password, or Focker sign. I was completely out of my element. Yet Bite 1 was hooked, and the awestruck look was beginning to appear on Bite 2s face.
I looked at pins. I needed to quickly familiarize myself with something that in a few short days Bite 1 knew more about that I. (Dont you hate it when that happens?) I must admit, some of the pins were fantastic. Until I flipped them over and saw the price tag.
Now, I must confess that I have a tendency to be a bit, dare I say, thrifty. Dont get me wrong, we all have what we need, but as far as what we want, well
I ask that we ask ourselves if we can live without it before putting cash on the table. This being vacation, I tended to be a little more forgiving. But I figure, if we can do without the t-shirts, stuffed items, balloons, face painting, hair weaving, and PINS, then we might be able to go on vacation again. And Id rather go again. So I gasped and internal gasp when I saw the price tags on the pins. But it was, after all, Bite 1s money, and money lessons learned at 9 are better than learning at 29.
SO
Can I get some pins?
I feigned hearing loss.
Im sorry. What?
Can I get some pins? Id like to use my spending money to get pins.
What about the Lego store?
Id like to get some pins.
I hemmed. I hawed. DH chimed in.
Sure, if that is what you want to get.
And that was it. He was lost forever to the dark side and Little Bite 2 quickly chose his lanyard and pins as well.
They only had enough for a lanyard and two pins each, but they wore them with pride. They now knew the secret password. They could do the secret handshake. Even I succumbed to the lure of the trade, hoping that they would find a kind CM to swap with them and give them a nugget of gold for a cutie Donald Duck. Tomorrow was going to be a new day, a day of trading, a day of wheeling and dealing, a day like Wall Street.