Last week, enjoying many a sight in Lake Buena Vista, FL including my child's face light up when he saw Mickey Mouse, I had the opportunity to observe the following:
A man and woman with SEVEN daughters in tow maneuvered about Magic Kingdom. The oldest of said daughters looked no more than nine or ten years old. Near the same intersection we were waiting for a train, Mom and Dad told the girls they had to be patient while they waited for "Grandpa and Grandma."
When Grandpa arrived, he was crotchety as all hell. The first thing he noticed was that all seven girls were wearing identical dresses.
Grandpa to the Mom: Why in the world are they wearing the same clothes?
The Mom (clearly his offspring): Because it gets really crowded here Dad, and this way it is easier for us to spot them.
Grandpa: How am I supposed to tell them apart?!?!?!?!
The Dad (also the son in law): Well, for starters, they have their own faces.
The Mom to The Dad: Brad!
My thought: HAHA...that's VERY funny, Brad! Which was gleefully expressed as I laughed OUT LOUD. The only thing that could enhance Disney World more than the crowds and lines would be a cantankerous Grandpa to boot. Hope you brought your Mickey flask, Brad. It is going to be a long day.
And all the more incentive that "Grandpa" can never come and live with you.