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<font color=green>I know that you know that I kn..
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Apparently, while Conor and Sydney and I were wakka-wakkaing with the Mups, Doug turned full force Psychology on our little girl. Let me say, she's a tough little nut. Stubborn. Like her namesake, my Nana. Everyone loves an Irish girl. Except when she's putting on the Pout of the Century.
Doug tried a bit of cajoling, then quickly abandoned that plan.
She won't be cajoled into anything she doesn't want to do. Ever.
She must be blatantly manipulated.
He walked away. Never out of her sight (if she looked up, which she did. In a very Scarlett O'Hara-esque way) but enough that he could take this.
He went back. Sat down next to her and started talking about how much he LOVES the Muppets. And the MuppetVision 3D.
And how very SAD he was to be missing it. (Yeah, right. 3D and all.)
Nothin'.
Until:
She reached out and took her daddy's hand. Tugged it.
Pulled him to his feet, and smiled. In that melty way. That daddies can't resist.
Kept pulling him, toward the entrance of the attraction.
"Where are we going?" he asked her.
"It's a SURPRISE!" she squeaked, in her "all done pouting" way.
And they went on in. They hugged and he said he was so happy that she felt better and was making sure he didn't miss the show. Or some mushy crap like that.
And I think, I think that they must've entered the preshow area just after the doors to the fee-ay-ter slammed shut behind us.
And I realize, truly, that you are probably wondering who really manipulated who here.
The fact is that had the pouting gone on until the rest of us came out, she would've missed the Muppets. And unleashed that weapon of mass destruction on us, later.
The "youknockedmedownonpurposeandsoIwasbleeding(barely)andsadandmissedtheMuppets!" missile.
Which would've made me utter a heartless "Get over it." Or something.
Because I'm the Meanest Mother in the World!
Instead, we were all happily (more or less) Muppetized, and ready to beat feet, green stuff, to the supersecret(ish) entrance for VIP Fantasmic guests like ourselves.
Doug tried a bit of cajoling, then quickly abandoned that plan.
She won't be cajoled into anything she doesn't want to do. Ever.
She must be blatantly manipulated.
He walked away. Never out of her sight (if she looked up, which she did. In a very Scarlett O'Hara-esque way) but enough that he could take this.
He went back. Sat down next to her and started talking about how much he LOVES the Muppets. And the MuppetVision 3D.
And how very SAD he was to be missing it. (Yeah, right. 3D and all.)
Nothin'.
Until:
She reached out and took her daddy's hand. Tugged it.
Pulled him to his feet, and smiled. In that melty way. That daddies can't resist.
Kept pulling him, toward the entrance of the attraction.
"Where are we going?" he asked her.
"It's a SURPRISE!" she squeaked, in her "all done pouting" way.
And they went on in. They hugged and he said he was so happy that she felt better and was making sure he didn't miss the show. Or some mushy crap like that.
And I think, I think that they must've entered the preshow area just after the doors to the fee-ay-ter slammed shut behind us.
And I realize, truly, that you are probably wondering who really manipulated who here.
The fact is that had the pouting gone on until the rest of us came out, she would've missed the Muppets. And unleashed that weapon of mass destruction on us, later.
The "youknockedmedownonpurposeandsoIwasbleeding(barely)andsadandmissedtheMuppets!" missile.
Which would've made me utter a heartless "Get over it." Or something.
Because I'm the Meanest Mother in the World!
Instead, we were all happily (more or less) Muppetized, and ready to beat feet, green stuff, to the supersecret(ish) entrance for VIP Fantasmic guests like ourselves.
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