Ok, where were we? Oh yeah, entering the golf ball. I've got to say, I had no idea what to expect on this ride. But I am
so glad that we didn't miss it. The whole family thought it was awesome. Got to admit, I kind of got the willies when they turned us around and we started going down backwards. Every time Princess leaned the slightest bit forward, my heart jumped up into my throat and I'd pin her back in her seat. There's just something about going backwards in the dark down a very steep track. But the sights and sounds of this attraction are fascinating. When we got done, we all stood outside and just stared the ball for a few minutes, our minds still not able to comprehend that we had just been inside there and all that was encased within.
I think we headed into the Innoventions area next. Our friends had sent us an email postcard from there during their trip, so I wanted to do the same. Lucky for us, there's a "Start Over" button - a feature I'm sure was included by someone who also had children that they were trying to get into the picture. I would try to pick Princess up to get her in the shot, and would always end up with a picture of her blocking someone else, or the top of my head as I bent over to pick her up, or an action shot of her in mid flight. Oh, and another side note, the email didn't reach home until I'd been home for 3 weeks.
We wandered around there for a while, Tink & Dude wanting to wait and play the world domination game thingy that was there. Princess was happy to try out the kids games, but had some trouble trying to figure out what the object of each game was. She was also unable to get the dog to obey her commands at that attraction. I gave it a half-hearted try, but felt like an idiot sticking my head in a hole in the wall and yelling "sit!" I played
Millionaire for a little bit and discovered I'm not as brilliant as I thought. About this time Bear's coffee kicked in and he wandered off to find the little boy's room. He came scurrying back (take a second and picture that if you like), and whispered "Grab the kids, lets go". What? What's the matter? Had he had a little accident? Had there been some sort of terrorist threat? Had he spotted one of my relatives?
No, it seems he had inadvertently stumbled upon character heaven. And nobody was waiting in line.

Yay!! Let's hear it for Bear's small bladder!! (He is going to kill me when he reads this) There was one family ahead of us and
no one behind us. We spent the next 45 minutes enjoying the magic as we were able to take our own sweet time with the characters. And something else I loved about the CM's...even though they are promoting the photopass, they were quick to encourage us
all to get in the picture and offered to capture the moment with my camera, before I even had to ask. At first, it feels a little akward getting up there, because I'm always the one behind the camera. But as my children grow older, I realize that I may have denied them some very important links to their heritage by declining to be in the pictures of their childhood. I regret the fact that there are so few pictures of my mom as we were growing up, yet I found myself repeating history with my own children. Luckily, Bear has noticed this too, and has begun to insist, even when I try to resist, that we take turns with the camera, and be less shy about asking others to take pictures of our whole family.
Sorry, steered off course there for a minute. Anyway, stubby Sharpie markers reared their ugly head again. After Mickey struggled with the offending marker, he held up his right hand. I thought he was wanting to give me a high five.

Um, no. He was showing me that he had permanent marker all over his white glove. I marked the Mouse. I apologized profusely - I felt so bad! But Mickey gave me the "aw, that's ok" sign and a big hug. I vowed once we got out of the room, I would find a suitable signing utensil, before we did anything else. We continued to make our way around the room, having a blast. But our embarassing Sharpie blunder had not gone unnoticed, as each handler made sure to provide the character with a pen to sign our books. Oh, the humiliation.
We left the building and found the nearest gift shop. Lucky for me, they seem to provide one or two of these for your shopping convenience! Purchased the autograph pen, deciding one would be enough - the girls could just hand it off. I know, I know. The Florida sun must have melted my brain. No sooner had I paid for the pen, than the bickering began over who would carry it. Happiest place on earth, and I'm settling a custody battle over a $4.00 pen. We actually had to take the time to negotiate how long they would each carry it.
The morning was slipping away and we hadn't made it very far into the park. It was time to start making our way over to Norway for our Storybook Lunch.(Ssshhhhh,

our Princess still didn't know what was in store!)