AshleeH
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I've seen so many children being screamed at by tired parents who just need a break. I really couldn't begin to think of stories for all of those circumstances.
As far as parenting - our worst experience was our first trip to Disney in 2010. We needed a day to sleep in, so we threw the tentative plan out the window and had a resort morning. By the time we got to HS, of course all TSM fast passes were gone and the standby line was near the 120 minute mark. We decided to brave it (not wanting to have to wait longer later) - we hate lines, but this was the ride my kids really wanted to ride and we knew they would love it, so it wasn't a question that we would wait in the standby line.
We start toward the entrance and a foreign family speaking English cuts us off to the door (should've been our first tip at their manners). We don't make a big deal - we weren't in line yet, it was just rude, but the same level of rudeness you encounter all over Disney. Their daughters were about the same ages as my kids (6-8 maybe).
Throughout the entire 120 minute wait, we witnessed them spinning in circles (running into us and the people in front of the family), climbing on the bars like monkeys - I'm not talking the average climbs you see at every ride, but treating the bars like a jungle gym. Doing all kinds of movements that had them stepping on us and had me and DH pulling our kids out of their way (we were giving them a wide berth, too, but they still made contact).
But the worse was when we got to the part of the line where the potato head is first visible - these girls cut through the bars and cut across several lines to get up in that area - ruining the pictures people in that area were taking of their kids with the potato head (you could literally see a sea of swiveling heads as these girls appeared out of nowhere and cut in front of dozens of people and no one had a clue where they had come from). After playing up there for five minutes, they cut back across the bars and make it back to their parents.
And what were their parents doing? Absolutely nothing. Not paying attention, not saying anything, having a nice conversation with each other while their daughters behaved like heathens. Some people in the lines around us said something to the parents about controlling their offspring - and these people who had been speaking English as well as any native when they entered the line, conveniently didn't understand it anymore. Around this time was when I stepped on one of the girls - it was unintentional, but I never thought I would be put in a situation where I stepped on a child and didn't feel guilt about it. She looked at me as if expecting me to say something, but I just stared back at her - I wasn't about to apologize when she had been running into me for the last hour.
Well, right before you get to the glasses area (before the stairs), the girls get it in their head to try and play with my boys. My well-mannered, patiently waiting children (who had been staring in horror at the spectacle these girls were causing because they knew if that were them, they wouldn't last two minutes before we were on our way back to the hotel). One girl grabbed my oldest DS by the shoulders and started talking to him and trying to get him to climb on the bars with her. That was when I snapped - I took my child's hand and pulled him behind me, saying loudly and clearly: "Bad influence." The father of the group finally looked at us at that point, but I - an extremely non-confrontational person - just made eye contact and asked him if he spoke English now. Luckily the line was almost over at this point.
We ended up exiting the ride at the same time as that group and DH said to wait and see which way they were going so we could go the opposite way - making the people behind us (who had witnessed all of this and been in the crossfire a time or two) laugh and agree.
This might not seem like much to most people, but next time you're at Disney, pinpoint the wildest, most out of control child you see, multiply by 2 and imagine being trapped in a five foot space with him or her for two hours. If my kids hadn't wanted to ride that ride so much, we would've been out of that line! We learned - it's FP only from now on.
As far as parenting - our worst experience was our first trip to Disney in 2010. We needed a day to sleep in, so we threw the tentative plan out the window and had a resort morning. By the time we got to HS, of course all TSM fast passes were gone and the standby line was near the 120 minute mark. We decided to brave it (not wanting to have to wait longer later) - we hate lines, but this was the ride my kids really wanted to ride and we knew they would love it, so it wasn't a question that we would wait in the standby line.
We start toward the entrance and a foreign family speaking English cuts us off to the door (should've been our first tip at their manners). We don't make a big deal - we weren't in line yet, it was just rude, but the same level of rudeness you encounter all over Disney. Their daughters were about the same ages as my kids (6-8 maybe).
Throughout the entire 120 minute wait, we witnessed them spinning in circles (running into us and the people in front of the family), climbing on the bars like monkeys - I'm not talking the average climbs you see at every ride, but treating the bars like a jungle gym. Doing all kinds of movements that had them stepping on us and had me and DH pulling our kids out of their way (we were giving them a wide berth, too, but they still made contact).
But the worse was when we got to the part of the line where the potato head is first visible - these girls cut through the bars and cut across several lines to get up in that area - ruining the pictures people in that area were taking of their kids with the potato head (you could literally see a sea of swiveling heads as these girls appeared out of nowhere and cut in front of dozens of people and no one had a clue where they had come from). After playing up there for five minutes, they cut back across the bars and make it back to their parents.
And what were their parents doing? Absolutely nothing. Not paying attention, not saying anything, having a nice conversation with each other while their daughters behaved like heathens. Some people in the lines around us said something to the parents about controlling their offspring - and these people who had been speaking English as well as any native when they entered the line, conveniently didn't understand it anymore. Around this time was when I stepped on one of the girls - it was unintentional, but I never thought I would be put in a situation where I stepped on a child and didn't feel guilt about it. She looked at me as if expecting me to say something, but I just stared back at her - I wasn't about to apologize when she had been running into me for the last hour.
Well, right before you get to the glasses area (before the stairs), the girls get it in their head to try and play with my boys. My well-mannered, patiently waiting children (who had been staring in horror at the spectacle these girls were causing because they knew if that were them, they wouldn't last two minutes before we were on our way back to the hotel). One girl grabbed my oldest DS by the shoulders and started talking to him and trying to get him to climb on the bars with her. That was when I snapped - I took my child's hand and pulled him behind me, saying loudly and clearly: "Bad influence." The father of the group finally looked at us at that point, but I - an extremely non-confrontational person - just made eye contact and asked him if he spoke English now. Luckily the line was almost over at this point.
We ended up exiting the ride at the same time as that group and DH said to wait and see which way they were going so we could go the opposite way - making the people behind us (who had witnessed all of this and been in the crossfire a time or two) laugh and agree.
This might not seem like much to most people, but next time you're at Disney, pinpoint the wildest, most out of control child you see, multiply by 2 and imagine being trapped in a five foot space with him or her for two hours. If my kids hadn't wanted to ride that ride so much, we would've been out of that line! We learned - it's FP only from now on.