
And as you can tell, we had a blast. The two of them rode on the Cow Train (see above). Posed willingly in the cutouts.


And my oldest executed his moves beautifully, his lightsaber clashing with Vader's in giddy choreographed madness.
He did his duck perfectly, so Darth Vader could swing a saber above his head and miss, of course.
And then it was Kata's turn. Now to be fair, she hasn't watched Star Wars with the fervor of her mother and older brother. But she knew the plot line. And my goodness, all that ballet practice?
As an aside, yes, Darth Maul was there too. But my kids, being "special" (or so I'd like to think) got to fight Vader - the real Sith Lord, thank you very much.
Jedi Master was there to help her at every turn. She just couldn't get the choreography.
And then when her turn came to duck for the final swing over her head by Vader. She bowed. My baby girl bowed to the Dark Side. There's always one in the family, folks. And we've clearly identified ours.
For what it's worth Jedi Master gave her a "Good effort, princess, you confused him with your freestyle moves." Nope, we know the real truth.
As for Bella, she got to ride the Teacups. It was one of her favorite rides. No Dark Side. No Sith Lords. Just happy spinning teacups. Love that about Disney - there's something for all of us in the Happiest Place on Earth.
The next day was much better than the first. For one, Ken discovered that the Best Part of the Trip for him was the fact that we got into the closest parking lot, the coveted Timon Lot, and he parked in the second lane, eighth spot.
We were so close to the park that it was an easy stroll. In fact, he loved that spot so much that he threatened to leave the car there overnight just so we wouldn't lose that spot again and be relegated to the dreaded Mickey & Friends garage from which we had a good mile trek to the main gate and yes, I am talking one way.
But beyond the magic castle walls, stood an inexplicably long line. Nonetheless, we happily waited forty five minutes for the pixie dust to be sprinkled. And as we reached the very front of the line, a smiling Disney cast member held out her hand in the international "stop" greeting and looked at Ken while saying, "The ride is experiencing mechanical failure, we will have to stop it for approximately twenty five minutes."
Ken muttered words I haven't heard him conjugate more than a half a dozen times. Concept Happiness meet Profanity Stream.
Now it's your turn. So here's wishing you a moment where a rough patch turns into hilarity. There is humor in there somewhere, look and you will find it.
On a side note, due to the sheer volume of photos (at last count about 500+...and er, no I won't post them all...Girl Scouts Honor)...I am going to break up our trip into four or five daily posts. So look for the magic to continue.