We went to Disney again. My 4th time.
I think I can say, with a high degree of certainty, I am NOT a Disney person.
(hands covering my head, in defensive position) Don’t hurt me!!!
I’ll elaborate a bit.
I’m not a Magic Kingdom person. Neither is my husband. I think the kids would have been just as happy at Kiddie Park, which costs like $20 for a day of rides and overpriced sponge bob popsicles.
I do like Epcot, and Downtown Disney after dark. Kids liked those places too.
Enough to go back????
Probably because we don’t get into the characters. We really just don’t. We caught the parade a couple times while at the Magic Kingdom, and that really satisfied any need the kids had to see a bunch of characters singing and dancing.
It just doesn’t seem amazingly magical to me.
I don’t think I’m the only person who feels this way. I watched the faces of everyone around us, and pointed out to my husband that EVERYONE looks like they are in hell right now. I don’t recall a particularly thrilled looking mom or dad during our visit.
One mom, in particular, was having a bad day when we were there.
My husband had taken the 5 year old on a ride that the youngest was too small for. Jenna and I were on our own til the guys got back. So we were checking out one of the many outside vendors, and picked out a wonderfully overpriced bubble gun for Jenna to play with. As I’m standing there, waiting for the salesperson to finish with the guy ahead of us, I hear a voice….
“Now SEE, we would have been next in line, but since YOU GUYS made me go look at that over there, now we have to wait for THESE PEOPLE (gestures to me) to get done before us!!!” I look over, to see a lady my age-ish, lecturing her kids who are doing their best to pretend they are not with her. I am kind of amused. I look at her, and tell her “You are welcome to go ahead of us, it’s not a big deal.”
This was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to speak to her. I realize this as she responds to me.
“This is not about YOU! I am trying to teach my CHILDREN something here.”
I can’t help it. I start to smirk. Thank God I’m wearing sunglasses to hide behind.
Her voice changes as she talks to me, becoming high pitched and that fake sugary sweet that means whatever she is saying, she definitely DOES NOT MEAN. “But thank you for offering, and you have a MAGICAL DAY!”
I didn’t respond again. I turned around and paid for my bubbles, hoping those kids were having a better day than their mom.
This is what Disney does to parents.