True Story: G Monkey took his first trip to Disney World.
In no particular order:
1) I broke 2 toes.
Now as the mother of a 40 pound 4-year-old boy I walk around daily with separated ribs, a broken nose, and many other injuries.
The toes were attacked by furniture.
There was an oddly placed chair in the living room of our condo that wanted a piece of me. I broke 2 toes on it very soon after arriving. Then bumped the other foot, my knee and my hip. Dad moved it after that.
2) It took the Monkey until his last day in his last 30 minutes in one of the parks to walk up to a character by himself and ask for an autograph. That would be miss Minnie Mouse.
The first character we tried, Goofy, who is one of his favorites, he had a small melt down. When we finally made it to the top of the autograph line he had chocolate all over him from a power bar and I had to let several people go in front of us while I cleaned him up.
Then, once clean, it is our turn again. Now he has the last half of the power bar in his mouth and refuses to swallow. He just won’t budge and won’t swallow. I just about lost my mind. I had been waiting in this line for at least 30 minutes, sweating, and now he has chocolate soup seeping out of his mouth. Not only is this gross but it makes it difficult to understand what he wants when he just stomps and points.
Then, he finally swallows the food, but sits on the ground and points for me to go get the autograph, which I do.
THEN, after getting out of line, he decides he could maybe hug Goofy if I was holding him.
I thought they were going to call security on us.
So, you can imagine by the last day it was the sweetest thing to hear him say, “Excuse me Minnie Mouse, could I have your autograph please”. I was going to kick her ass if she was mean to him.
No need. Minnie’s a sweetheart.
One thing that led up to the more assertiveness with the characters on G Monkey’s part, was a breakfast that he and I had with Mickey, Pluto, Lilo and Stich.
2 observations here:
a) I realize they probably have about 50 “cast members” that play each character. They would have to to have them in so many locations and give them all pee and smoke breaks. But I would think they would have someone with a little more giddy-up playing Pluto. He’s a dog for God’s sake. He may even be a puppy. This “Pluto” that came to our table was dragging a leg. He might have been as old as Walt Disney himself.
b) Stitch kissed Mommy on the head and squeezed my shoulders just a few hundred times too many for this Momma.
3) At the end of one very long day as we road back to the parking lot on the ferry boat the Monkey began to whine. We were all very tired and our dogs were barking and the last thing we wanted to hear was, “I don’t waaaaant to go home. I don’t waaaaant to do that. Whaaa. Whaaa. Whaaaa.”
So Dad and the Ma’am and I started whining too.
“I waaaant a cocktail.”
“Whaaaa, I want my money back.”
“I want to kick my shoes off and never sweat again. Whaaa. Whaaa. Whaaa.”
If you can’t beat em’, join em’.
4) We stayed off Disney property in a nice timeshare condo that my brother very generously donated. It was 1 mile from Disney World. I repeat 1 mile.
We got lost every single day coming and going. It’s a trap down there.
5) On the 7 hour car trip home G Monkey and I sat in the back of the school bus. This is what we call my Dad’s Tahoe. We were in bucket seats, as you are in a school bus, so it was very hard for me to “hold you” when G Monkey wanted to be held.
The following are excerpts from the conversations that went on between G Monkey and I while I tried to read.
GM: Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!! Sorry, I just screaming.
Me: Please don’t scream in the car.
GM: Aaaahhhhhhh!!! Sorry, I just kidding.
Me: Practice whistling.
GM: Mommy, What does ”A” plus ”T” equal?
Me: Oh, well that’s easy. It’s “Q”. Everybody knows that.
(This game goes on for at least 2 hours. Him asking me similar algebra questions. He may have dipped into some trig as well.)
Well, he is definitely asking the wrong person as I can not do 3rd grade word problems. I do not know what happens when the train leaves the station.
GM: I want to call you Momma.
Me: Okay. Whatever you want.
True Story: He has not called me Momma one time yet. I am still waiting.