What
a great way to start any day. We not
only had an all you can eat breakfast buffet that included bacon - lots of
bacon – we were joined for the meal by … drumroll here … Tigger. And Winnie the Pooh. And Eeyore.
And Piglet (Who
handled the presence of so much “other” bacon with aplomb). Quite amazing, as
those of you who knew me in high school can imagine. I played Tigger in the senior year play, so
meeting him in person was like meeting the one who has mentored you from afar
into the bouncy-kind of guy you grew up to become.
We
did the water slide ride, whatever they call it here. Nani wore her parka to try to stay dry. I suppose it helped a little bit, but she was
mopping her face just like the rest of us.
Our
roller coaster experience was like the old Six Flags runaway mine train. As far as roller coasters go, it was fairly
mild. But for a ten and seven year old,
it was perfect. They really built it up
to Nani, too, and she managed to throw caution to the wind and stick her arms
in the air. I was proud.
We
had shrimp for lunch. I know. What was I thinking? But I needed a seafood fix, and they were
available. They weren’t all that
terrible, for something that no doubt arrived frozen from Thailand a few days
ago.
We
also did the It’s a Small World ride.
That one was quite creepy. All
sorts of dolls dressed in costumes from every place on earth. And they were all sing that song. Over and over again. Sometimes in English. Sometimes … not. But always the same tune. Over and over and over again. It was like brainwashing technique. Zakary took it all in stride. In fact he pretended to do some target
shooting. I was riding with Caleb, and
by the time the ride ended, he was just about to go bonkers. For the rest of the evening, every chance I
got I would hum or sing the song to him.
And he would dutifully shout, “DadDad, you are just aggravating
me.” Luke, though … Luke absolutely
loved it. Cried when his Dad told him he
couldn’t go through it again. Sigh …
Oh,
and we went through the haunted mansion.
I thought that one going to be something really special, but not so
much. It didn’t help that the cars kept
stopping for long periods of time, resulting in us hearing the same spiel over
and over again. And once we got stopped
where the only thing Caleb and I could see was a large owl with lit up eyes
peering down at us.
Our
final ride was on the train back to the main gate for some ice cream. Well, they had ice cream. I had Minute Maid Frozen Lemonade … Go
Astros. Before we left for home we
watched a parade of dancing critters drive through the streets. Mickey and Donald and Minnie and Goofy were
the lead dancers. Good old Goofy …
We
expanded the “where are you from?” game.
Here’s our list: Rhode Island, Georgia, Hawaii, Ohio, Southern Africa,
Canada, Jamaica, Arkansas, Michigan, Illinois (These guys were Cubs fans all
the way. Their 4-year-old told me he
likes all the other teams except for two: Cardinals and White Sox. No self-respecting Cubs fan likes the White
Sox, and the Cardinals are just Cub Killers every year. Every 4-year-old knows that), New Mexico,
Brazil, Colorado, Kansas, Mississippi, MIT (That would be Massachusetts), Yale
(Connecticut, right?), Arizona, Pennsylvania, Nebraska, Haiti, and North
Carolina. Oh, and Zak met some people
from France in the ice cream parlor.
This game has morphed into a home school geography activity. Caleb was talking with a kids from Colorado
even about temperature facts. That
counts, right, Mom?
One
more full day. Bring it on …
Romans
6:9-10 says, “For we know that since
Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has
mastery over him. The death he died, he
died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God.”
Father,
thank you for all the new folks the boys are meeting and talking to about their
homes. You created some fun people. Amen.
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