You can fly, you can fly, you can fly! |
Yesterday,
throwing all caution to the wind and exercising poor fiduciary reasoning, my
wife and I took our children to Disneyland.
My friend from Reno was in town with his wife and two youngest children,
and we made a nice day out of it.
There
were the usual fun-filled and funny moments, like when we team-passed my
youngest son, Xavi, into the line. Some
nice strangers helped toss him across so that he could enjoy riding Dumbo.
That’s
a kid who has never met a stranger.
Yeah, it's THAT magical! |
We
also got to partake of the lovely Paradise Pier pool area (floor 3), complete
with a decent-sized water slide and kid-friendly hot tub. By which I mean kids jumped in and out of the
hot tub while turning on and off the jets while most everyone else ignored,
laughed, or were silently annoyed.
For
the record, I choose to believe that Disney fills their pools constantly with
clean, artesian well water. I refuse to
consider the prospect of any urine being in these pools despite the number of
children, or the provided swimming diapers (which we used).
Xavi
seemed to have the most fun. Porter
forgot his goggles, and Tristan doesn’t like getting his head under the water
(which happened when he took his first and only ride on the water slide). My little 18-month-old sat on the edge of the
hot tub next to me, lightly splashing his little toes against the warm water
right until he became overly curious and tumbled face first into the frothing
water.
Fishing
him out was easier than finding his lost pacifier.
I
thought he would cry and be done with the hot tub, wanting only the comfort of
his reasonably dry mother. Instead, he
took it like a champ and demanded to stay in the tub standing next to me . . . when
he wasn’t face-diving back into the water whenever he lost his balance.
Rock and Roll all night, and part of every day! |
But
as we rode home, our two oldest knocked off first. It was a good hour past their bedtime, and
running, skipping, jumping, climbing, riding and swimming had, strangely, taken
it out of them. They slept slumped over
while shorts from Disney Pixar played in the backseat of our minivan.
Meanwhile,
defying all logic, and a good two hours past his bed time, Xavi kept rocking
the night, staying wide awake almost all the way home. We kept peering back at him to see if he’d
finally fallen asleep, only to witness as he gave us fist bumps and Rock-On Devil
Horns.
Almost.
About
five minutes from the house, he finally slumped over and started snoring.
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