They have a double stroller filled with a little girl who looks about one and a little boy who looks about three. They also have a five year old son who is running laps around the double stroller. (Might I interject here that we have crossed the park all day with one four yr old in tow without a stroller
why
well as far back as I had been around DS didnt have a stroller
I did suggest renting per Bobs advice and DH said that he didnt think DS would ride in one
anyway DS was/is very tall for his age and that did save about 8 bucks
anyway I say all this not to imply that we are morally superior to anyone who does have a stroller but to set the scene- a stroller would have been very useful for DS to sit in to watch the parade
(Psst
this is foreshadowing))
As soon as the popcorn carts appear the older two begin a tag team whine fest. It is pretty clear that they have been here before and that they know the drill. They whine, Dad trots off to fulfill their desire. I want to make it clear that these are basically good kids who have merely suffering from Too Much Vacation. So they whine and then the dad goes and gets some popcorn. No sooner do they have the popcorn than they begin to demand ice cream. The dad goes and gets some ice-cream. At this point they begin to whine for a toy. No no Jimbob (please note all names have been changed to protect the innocent) we bought you the pointless spinny thing yesterday. And the glowing necklace the day before that. And the glow in the dark sword the day before that. Pick something else. Wordlessly, my DH wanders off again.
(Ok- aside here. Why do people give little boys things like swords and golf clubs??? On the one hand, if play is the work of children and training for adult life
well many adults like to spend a day out on the links. Swordsmanship
not so much a need in our society. By the time DS was four he was already the proud owner of 2 sets of golf clubs and 3 swords and a hammer (all given to him by grandparents). Golf clubs and swords and hammers are for hitting things. What do little boys do with golf clubs and swords and hammers
they hit things
they yet are unable to discern that golf balls and nails are Good Things to Hit while TVs, windows and siblings are Not Good Things to Hit. Now DS was an only child so we were mainly worried about the TV and windows but it did cross my mind that these 2 small children cooped up in a hotel room with a hyper 5yr old who owned a sword
now that is a scary thought)
Dont worry you havent missed much. JimBobs mama is still going strong No Jimbob you know the rule one snack and one toy every evening. Now JimBob dont cry. Look what you have done
now BillyRay and SassyLou are crying too. JR dont you think we could get the children something extra
it is our last night
Frankly we are probably staring. This is better than Goofy in a silver cape. These kids are not brats
they are tired and hungry children who could win a gold medal in parent manipulation. They are on vacation and if the parents want to feed them only Mickey bars and buy them every plastic item in the whole MK then more power to them. I just didnt understand the parenting technique whereby you say no and then immediately acquiesce to their request (that means give in to all you simple sea farers out there). However in my Twinkie-centric universe, I am getting kind of concerned about how this is going to affect DS. I am planning on buying him something but I am thinking of a stuffed Mickey or a pirate flag since that is what he used to open the park. I really dont want to buy an item whose only point is to amuse a child while you wait for the parade. I remember that we havent eaten anything since the Diamond Horseshoe. I offer DS a slightly smushed package of nabs. He says sure. He still has not whined or begged since 9 am this morning and here he sits with ample temptation and still not a peep. Wow! I am so proud of him and I brag about this moment to this day as he cheerfully sat and munched on cracker crumbs while watching others eat popcorn and ice cream.
In another magical moment, DH shows up with 3 Mickey Bars. (I love Mickey bars
DH and I both remember when the Schawns man carried Mickey bars in the late 70s. I loved the Schawns man.) While we sit together savoring our Mickey bars, JimBob begins his own monologe. He demonstrates his new toy and tells us about the other toys they have bought on vacation and that they are staying at the hotel with the volcano in the pool and they have been here 7 days already and that this is their last parade but they get to come back tomorrow but they have to leave before dinner to go home.
DH and I exchange worried looks over DSs head but he seems to be paying a lot of attention to his ice cream. Then you can see the coin drop in his little head
and he looks up at me all breathless and starry-eyed
Oh, Mommy
could we come back tomorrow?