Part 25
Day 5, Dec 15: We set the alarm so that we wouldn't be late for the kids' Pirate Cruise. Even with that... we're gonna be close. No time for showers. Just eat. And run. We even drove to the Grand Floridian really quickly. Although DH did manage to take the time to open and close the sunroof a few times. I think it's his new good luck thing. Or else he has OCD. We peel up to the Grand Floridian and Calvin, Beth, Tommy and I fall out of the car. DH takes off to self-park. Because he's cheap. I mean thrifty. And... it's not a DVC resort. I grab Tommy's arm and yell, "RUN!" to the kids. We RUN like a herd of bison through the swankiness of the Grand Floridian lobby. With me screeching, "Hurry! Hurry! Pick up the pace! Move it! Move it!" the whole time. I've got Tommy by the wrist and he's literally hydroplaning across the floor. Well. If the floor were water, that is. I'm afraid I'm going to wrench his little arm out of the shoulder socket. But not too afraid. We are the classy, tardy happyhaunts. I can't BELIEVE some of the people they'll let in there! So we're running past the Gingerbread House, past the Grand Floridian Cafe and right out the back door. We shoot over the steps and are flying up the pathway to the dock when Tommy suddenly screams "SUPER POOPER!" Abrupt halt. Turn. Haul a** back to the main building. Into the bathroom beside the Grand Floridian Cafe. I had been hoping that we were moving so fast when we passed by that he would miss seeing the washrooms. But, alas, he caught sight of his favourite Disney ride out of the corner of his eye... The Flush and Swirl-a-Whirl. Calvin is basically freaking, now. He doesn't want to miss the Cruise. And Tommy is taking his time... and singing. He's singing "Super pee up high in banana tree". Yes. To the tune of "Yellow Bird". My fault. Again. My song. I made it up to break up the mind-numbing boredom I faced when he was being potty trained. We ALL regret that now. Not the potty training, though. There are more lyrics but I won't subject you to them right now. Maybe later. 'Cause they stick in your head WORSE than "It's a Small World"! HA! He finally finishes and we race to the boat dock. There are two other families there. It's 9:15am. Where are the CMs? OH CRAP! WRONG DOCK! So...as a large group we, again, haul a** back down the path to the OTHER dock on the side. Whew. We're just in time. I'm checking the kids in when DH saunters up. "Hey, Mel! Whatcha been doing?" Nothing. Again. Never mind. Calvin wants to know why it takes Daddy so long to park the car? I'd love the answer to that one myself. We get their pirate garb on. Their cute Mickey Pirate Ears, lifejackets and nametags. I get a pager. Which I immediately turn off. Just kidding. I think. No. I'm kidding. But we ARE the overprotective negligent happyhaunts, after all. And they ARE wearing lifejackets. Tommy is in two. 'Cause he's pulled an adult one over-top of the child size small one I put on him. I make sure they have all their Toy Story Eyes with them... happy eyes, sad eyes, mad eyes, wide eyes and their pirate eye. ARRRRGHHHHHH! It's just a thing we do. Kisses and hugs all around. Beth is partnered with Tommy. Calvin is with a little boy whose name he can't pronounce. I can't, either. Oh well. They head off across the water with all the parents waving and yelling "BYE!". DH and I were the only ones yelling, "DON'T COME BACK!" Got a few strange looks there. Seriously, we were. But they couldn't hear us from the boat, by then, and they can't read lips from that far away. And it amused the both of us. A lot. Then we both did the dance I call "Time-to-play-'cause-the-kids-are-away"! We contemplated making out in the car in the Valet Parking area but decided to go for breakfast instead. Well... we're not 18 anymore. Or 30. So we strolled hand in hand down through the beauty which calls itself the Grand Floridian Resort gardens and headed for the Cafe. We had a really nice fun time. We took pictures. Talked. Ate. Laughed and laughed. And laughed. Sometimes I can make DH laugh so hard that he squeals. DH is a big beefy squealing little girl of a DH. THAT makes me laugh... hard. Once again, the classy, noisy happyhaunts are ruining the lovely atmosphere of the Grand Floridian.
To be continued. Heading to the school.
(with a new found tip, [for me at least], orange with cin, and i was always a lemon and salt girl, lick it, slam it, suck it)
and this section killed me! 
!! We've never been to the upper 1/2 of AK and we've done about 1/3 of MGM. I'll be joining the "200 year club" along with my children! 
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Ok you've just GOT to share the lyrics with us!
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this is amazing! Subscribing as I just scanned through to get to the bottom and need to read this later.
