Needless to say it's a different pace.
Still... I found myself watching him more than whatever ride we happened to take him on. Watching his fascination with the swirling lights or colours, became much more interesting to me than the ride itself.
Stopping for feeding every once and a while... many many rides he cannot yet go on. But still, here I am, now a parent of a child at Disney World. It doesn't mean squat to him right now but it means the world to me. I'm not really sure why... For some reason I waited nearly an hour in line for Zach to have a picture with Winnie the Pooh. Zach has several items of clothing with said Pooh and I thought it would be appropriate. Every 15 minutes or so, the characters would take a break. After nearly an hour, I was the next person in line. No-one was next for a picture but I. The three characters there.. The Pooh, Tigger and some unknown female character named Darby... they take their break. But hey, I'm next, so I'm patient. Tigger and unknown girl return... No Pooh. The 'handler' explains that Winnie had another photoshoot. This mystified me.. of course he does... right here, right now!
I was pretty ticked... maybe it was the almost-hour in line... maybe it was the 'who the hell are you Darby?'... but I was affronted that my little guy wouldn't get his photo opp with Pooh Bear. Did he care? He just ate, all was right with the world and now there's a 6ft tall orange and black cat standing next to him.
What's a dad to do?
Get him a photo opp with the Mouse himself, that's what!
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