So, let me first say that I love my dad and step-mom. Next, let me say that I was ready to kill them right after our Haunted Mansion debacle.
A little back story...
Around November, my DD started realizing that Santa would be visiting her soon. One day, the family was sitting around the table and she asked her father and I how you spell "Haunted"....we didn't ask why, we just told her. Then she asked how to spell "Mansion"...we got curious. We told her how to spell it and asked her why she was asking. She said "I'm making my list for Santa". The first thing on the list was "Haunted Mansion".
We asked her what she was talking about...she said she wanted the "Haunted Mansion"...we asked if she wanted to go there or if she wanted the movie. She said both. For the next month and a half, she consistantly had "Haunted Mansion" at the top of her Santa list. I was skeptical...after all, she's only 4, but we went ahead and told Santa he could bring the "Haunted Mansion" DVD....she and her brother watched it on the 26th of December.
If you haven't seen the Haunted Mansion movie...it's pretty intense. Both kids sat transfixed. A couple of times I paused the movie and asked "are you sure you want to watch this" they both said "YES!". They watched the whole movie...twice. No nightmares or anything like that.
So when we got to Disney, we figured they would like to go on the Haunted Mansion ride. We waited until we met up with my dad because we figured they'd like to go too....big mistake. My dad started jacking the kids up talking about how "scary" the ride would be. I had been telling them there was a scary part at the beginning, but nothing scary on the ride. By the time the elevator got to the "bottom"...both my kids (and several others) were sobbing in terror. In fact, my daughter got so upset she lost her shoe...do you know how freakin dark it is in the Haunted Mansion???
So instead of stepping aside, letting other people pass and helping me find the shoe...DH says "she lost her shoe" and procedes to get on the ride with my dad and step mom leaving me holding my sobbing 2 and a half year old behind. I did not get on the ride because my daughter kinda NEEDED A SHOE!
So I go back in the "elevator" the next time the doors open...no shoe. Ask a CM if there's a shoe...no shoe. I look in the hallway where they load the Doombuggies, no shoe. DS is saying "Mommy
I wanna get outa here!!!!!" over and over. So I go out the "chicken exit" to find my husband (so I can punch him and give him DS). They get off the ride and I hand off DS (don't punch husband
he says DD was scared the whole trip and she is clinging to him
.I was afraid I'd miss and punch her).
So I go to the CM and explain the shoe situation
.he says I can't go back the way I came, but could go through the line again. He calls to a central number and lo and behold, they found the shoe
.they send it over via Doombuggie
.
So DD's shoe saw Haunted Mansion
.but I didn't
Coming up...Chapter Six...Epcot...what a beautiful place!