"Watch out for 626....!"
While it's 'typical' for 13-year-old boys to get 'in their moods' sometimes, between raging hormones, being the 'baby' of the family, and a STUBBORN German ancestry (from BOTH sides!), Dylan usually is a pretty good kid, except for those rare moments when it seems that he had gone off the deep end....this evening was one of those moments. He decided to have a hissy-fit....apparently, it had been a long-time coming; he 'deserved' it and there was no stopping it....don't ask me HOW it happened, or even WHEN it happened exactly, but somewhere along the way between the S/D hallway outside our room and the bus depot in front of the Dolphin the 'transformation' occured. The fact that his best friend was along had little bearing on this sudden occurance. Let me see, as I now recall and ponder, I believe it was my DH's fault. Yup, DEFINITELY his fault, of course, since he is not here to negate this 'fact'...

! It innocently started out with my DH's request for Dylan to wash his hands and face and change his shirt. Reflecting on this, I can now look back and see the impudence of my DH's trivial query. THE NERVE OF HIM TO ASK SUCH AN OUTLANDISH FAVOR! Imagine, going to dinner with a clean shirt, face, and hands....where's the democracy, I ask you?
This Stitch-like behavior erupted in the way of Dylan not wanting to stand anywhere in the vacinity of the bus stop, but slowly escalated when he suddenly disappeared
[..my DH had been giving him 'the look'...] and was nowhere to be found. We had been waiting for the MK bus for nearly 10 minutes, and we were sure that one was soon approaching. We now had barely 25 minutes to arrive at WL for our reservations at WCC, so we couldn't afford to miss the next MK bus. I hurried into the Dolphin, in frantic search of my DS - he was walking towards the arcade, apparently for some quiet solace. I literally had to drag him back outside, not letting go of his sleeve, when suddenly he mumbled something to the effect that he was, in essence, being kidnapped by strangers....

Talk about 'mortified'!! Thank goodness, most of the other Dolphin guests had already seen him with us, and realized that he was having a 'teentrum' ( a teen tantrum...

)...
....we finally disembarked the WL bus and hurried along the walkway towards WL,
[...notice the CLEAN shirt and arm on the left...and, I have NO IDEA why that woman is squatting like that!]
my DS, a good 25-30 feet behind us - walking as if he had donned a pair of cement shoes. I headed to the check-in podium at WCC to let them know that we had, indeed, arrived, albeit almost 15 minutes late. It wasn't too crowded and our ADR's were for 8:10, so, there was no harm done. However, my DS's mood only worsened, as we patiently waited for our pager to buzz. Every now and then we'd look for Dylan out of the corner of our eyes, and sure enough, he had not surprised us, doing his 'disappearing act'...by now, it was getting to be a bit much, which was such a shame, because we could not really enjoy the ambiance of the WL, with its festive Christmas decorations and holiday atmosphere:
Steadily the evening slowly worsened; our buzzing pager in hand, we were finally seated - unfortunately, in the small 'outer room' at the edge of the restuarant. No hoopla, no shenanigans - in fact, this was truly the first time that I did not enjoy my meal at Whispering Canyon. I had decided to order my 'tried-and-true' favorite - the 'bottomless' skillet. Sadly, it was a big disappointment. ALL of the meats were dried out, as well as the corn, so I didn't even bother to ask for seconds. Dinner was very quiet, to say the least; we didn't bother to stay for desserts. One noteworthy item I should mention was that Dylan decided not to partake in the meal and sat there the entire time, silent and stone-faced - his mettle DID wear down a bit, since he ordered a large Coke....I daresay, we may not make ADR's here again, because, it seems, the menu has been extensively shortened....oh well, such is life....
....ironically, just as mysteriously as the teentrum had begun, it just as quickly dissipated. By the time we were walking through the revolving doors, once back at the Dolphin, he was reincarnated as the Dylan that we all know and love. Of course, he was famished by this time - my DH gave him a few dollars to get a snack at Picabu's; however, I'm quite sure that he probably spent most of that in the arcade...
...another day, come and gone, and tomorrow we take on the 'grand-daddy' of WDW parks. We save what most folks consider 'the best for last'....
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