Magpie
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I'll add another!
Back on the very first day of our very first trip, our son was just seven. He hadn't been diagnosed with hypoglycemia yet, so his moods were all over the place thanks to his blood sugar being unregulated. Eating fast food while driving the length of the United States wasn't helping things either.
So there we were in the Magic Kingdom, waiting for my husband to come out of the bathroom, and my son was holding onto his composure with what passes for iron self control at age seven. In other words, he looked utterly miserable.
A young lady sweeping up nearby put her broom down and came over to us with a big smile. "Are you not having a magical day?" she asked my son sympathetically.
Well that did it. The boy looked up at her and just howled, letting loose all the pent up misery he was feeling in one big loud gush of tears.
She jumped back and started apologizing frantically. "I'm SO sorry! Was it something I said? I didn't mean to make him cry!"
I remember trying to comfort the boy, and reassure her, while trying not to laugh. My husband came out of the bathroom and had no idea what was going on.
To this day, I really hope the girl didn't go away feeling bad. Her little attempt to cheer our son up, as unsuccessful as it was, really encapsulated for us why we love Disney. In Canada's Wonderland, they would have just ignored us and our children. She actually cared!
She was our first impression of Disney's customer service, and she was wonderful.
Thank you, whoever you were!
Back on the very first day of our very first trip, our son was just seven. He hadn't been diagnosed with hypoglycemia yet, so his moods were all over the place thanks to his blood sugar being unregulated. Eating fast food while driving the length of the United States wasn't helping things either.
So there we were in the Magic Kingdom, waiting for my husband to come out of the bathroom, and my son was holding onto his composure with what passes for iron self control at age seven. In other words, he looked utterly miserable.
A young lady sweeping up nearby put her broom down and came over to us with a big smile. "Are you not having a magical day?" she asked my son sympathetically.
Well that did it. The boy looked up at her and just howled, letting loose all the pent up misery he was feeling in one big loud gush of tears.
She jumped back and started apologizing frantically. "I'm SO sorry! Was it something I said? I didn't mean to make him cry!"
I remember trying to comfort the boy, and reassure her, while trying not to laugh. My husband came out of the bathroom and had no idea what was going on.
To this day, I really hope the girl didn't go away feeling bad. Her little attempt to cheer our son up, as unsuccessful as it was, really encapsulated for us why we love Disney. In Canada's Wonderland, they would have just ignored us and our children. She actually cared!
She was our first impression of Disney's customer service, and she was wonderful.
Thank you, whoever you were!
