One of the themes of Disney World is "Come and enjoy the Magic". And primarily, it a great place to take little people because you will fully see them observe and embrace the magic. And November is a fantastic time to visit. Weather? Excellent. Lines? Totally manageable. Parking? Praise to the Triple AAA Diamond Lot parking pass you can buy off eBay. Fast Pass? Can you say Hallelujah? I can. And did.
And it is interesting to know that our son, due to age, is as fascinated with a bubble machine as he is with Donald Duck. As a matter of point, he is actually more interested in a bubble machine and not as interested in the characters. Perfect.
However, we did see some highly interesting things in Disney. I will refrain from any further comment on all but two. I mean three since I already shared the tidbit about Grumplestiltskin.
1. As we were in line to enter Epcot one morning, a Mom and Dad were in a terse debate about a family photo. The Mom indicating that Dad needed to fetch the kids so they could have their picture taken. Dad told her the kids didn't want a photograph right then. The Mom insisted. The Dad asked why it was critical at that moment. The Mom in very tense and raised voice, " SO EVERYONE CAN SEE HOW MUCH FUN WE HAD IN DISNEY." If by fun you mean causes to drink, strike people, or use foul language, perfect.
2. And one afternoon, we strolled through Magic Kingdom we ended up walking shortly behind a darling family of young Mom and young Dad with two beautiful kids. And then I noticed his t-shirt. I have seen some c-r-a-z-y tees before but none have seemed more out of context than this:
This is not the guy but this is the EXACT t-shirt. Why do I not have the exact photo? Because I actually attempted to take a photo of it on my Blackberry but then realized the only thing potentially creepier than this shirt spied in the ever jubilant grounds of DisneyWorld was being the girl stalking the guy wearing the t-shirt to take his photo and then potentially write a blog about it.
In case you can't read warbly tshirt fine print it reads: York Erection Specialist.
I don't think that is the kind of "magic" Walt had in mind.