The funniest thing I've ever heard came out of my grandaughter's mouth. I had taken her and her dad for her first trip to WDW the year before. She is a daredevil whereas her dad is a ride chicken. She wanted to go on Rock n Roller coaster. Her dad told her she was too small and would be scared. She put both hands on her hips and yelled, "you're the chicken not me". I told him I'd take her, but he insisted she would be scared and refused to let her. Exactly a year later (when she was about 8 y/o) I took her back by myself for a GM-GD trip. Before we left she kept talking about Rock n Roller coaster and how she was going to ride it. I asked my son and he just shrugged and said it was up to me, but she'd be scared. My GD again informed him that he was the coward not her and she wanted to ride it. I called my ex D-I-L to ask what she thought and she told me to take her on it, as she was a daredevil like her mom and she'd love it. We got to DS at rope drop and was the first in line. In fact, the CMs who were walking us back to the rides had to keep telling my GD to slow down and not get in front of them. I kept asking her if she was sure she wanted to ride it and she gave me the most disgusted look, said she had been looking forward to this for a whole year, and couldn't wait. Once we got on and pulled the overhead restraints down, she started asking where the seatbelts were and when told it had just overhead restraints, suddenly panicked. As the CM walked by checking everyone's restraint, my GD yelled 'what do you mean it doesn't have seat belts?'. The CM told her it was fine and to hold on. During the entire ride my normally calm GD screamed at the top of her lungs, "I'm falling out! I'm falling out!". As soon as we got off the ride I asked her if she was OK and she very quietly said she thought so. All the way through the gift shop and walking outside I asked her if she was sure she was OK and she'd just very quietly say "yeah, it wasn't that bad". I asked her if she wanted to ride it again and she said maybe, but could she think about it. Then suddenly just as we exited the building and walked outside where everyone was sitting on that little short wall waiting for family members, she turned, placed both hands on her hips, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "What were you thinking! I thought you loved me! I could have been killed!" When I reminded her that she insisted on riding. She yelled, "What do I know! I'm a kid, you're supposed to be the adult! Geez! My mom is not going to like this!". When I reminded her that I had asked both her mom and her dad about taking her on the ride. She gave me a disgusted look and said "What do they know? They aren't here!" Everyone in the vicinity had turned to look at her and started laughing. She looked right back at them and demanded to know what they were laughing at, as it wasn't funny, she could have been killed, and grandparents are supposed to take care of their grandkids. She then started stalking off muttering to herself about how adults shouldn't be responsible for kids.
