I tell him to go right then and open the door and stand there until I get there, and then I go charging off to the room. I get almost all the way there when I notice DH standing in front of our room. Our real room that is!!
The whole time I was knocking on the WRONG door!
Brier Rose, it could have been worse. The people in the other room could have been IN when you were knocking!!
So, standing there with several kids and parents, I (foolishly) asked Chip and Dale..."Hey guys, where do you keep your nuts?"....
Ladybugsy, I do believe that is going to be a DIS Classic . . .
Now I reward myself for each WDW trip planned with new Saucony sneakers, so they are nicely broken in prior to our visit. No more blisters, ever!!
Dee, I also love my Sauconys and would never dream of going to Disney without them!!
OK, here's ours. They both involve our DS.
The first occured a couple of years ago. DS LOVES rollercoasters, has no fear, but is short. He's been DYING to be tall enough to ride Rock'n'Rollercoaster. Well, when he's 8 he's finally tall enough. We get in line, he passes the height bar, and he gets more and more excited as we make our way through the queue. Finally, we get to the loading area, and DH, who is riding next to DS, turns around to him and gives him a "high 5" . . . except that he hits DS in the face, knocking off his glasses, and although we retrieve the glasses, the little pads on the nose piece is lost, and the glasses will not stay on DS's face!! Well, no turning back, we get on the ride and put what is left of the glasses in our pocket, and DS, after all that time, gets to ride, but can't actually SEE any of it

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The next thing occured just this month. We love having the washer/dryer combo with the DVC, and I throw some clothes into the wash 3 days into our vacation. After the load is done, I ask DH to put in in the dryer for me, as I was in the shower. Well, DH takes the entire pile and throws it into the dryer (I usually shake out the clothes and toss them into the dryer one by one). Well, DS's CRAYONS, that he, without my knowledge, had tucked into his pocket after our dinner at Kona Cafe, were in there.
Our laundry came out with
RED,
BROWN,
BLUE, and
BLACK speckles and streaks all over EVERYTHING!!!!!
