I Don’t Know Where To Start
Woman in the Middle | November 20, 2017We got back late Saturday night from our week at Disney World. Depending on how you want to look at it, our bodies felt either like we got up at 5:45 am or went to bet at 2 am. Somewhere along the way I picked up a germ from some fellow traveler and I now have a cold. I can tell I am not going to be particularly perky this week.Later this week I will be blogging about our trip, the food, and showing you some photos. But, for now, I just wanted to share a few little nuggets from our trip that made us laugh, shake our heads, or both.
“R.I.P. Pink Bracelet”
Our first night we did not have park tickets so we decided to take the boat from our hotel to Disney Springs, a shopping and entertainment area. While there, the girls and I decided to make a visit to the ladies room. As we waited in line (Disney World is often about the lines) a mom came out of the large stall with a stroller and two little girls around three or four years old. Apprently there had been a little incident while they were trying to use the toilet and one of the little girls almost fell in. Happily, that did not happen, but in the course of the incident, a pink bracelet fell off the little girls wrist and into the toilet. Of course, the other little girl who witnessed the whole affair wanted to talk about it. The little girl who lost the bracelet was silent and unhappy looking. The Mom just wanted to shut down the conversation before the unhappy little girl decided she was REALLY unhappy about the lost bracelet. So, in one final comment on the incident, mom said, (in a southern accent that added so much to her comment) “R.I.P pink bracelet.” We laughed and laughed about that when we shared it with Hubby. It became our catch phrase for the rest of the vacation, whenever something was finished or didn’t go quite as planned.
“Poo Poo”
No, this is now about what you think. That is why it was so funny. We have been to Disneyland many times. But never ever have we seen the number of families in matching t-shirts as we did at Disney World. I never knew you could buy so many different styles of t-shirts in every size from infant to really really big. And they didn’t just match, they were customized! Many styles had the year of the trip, the family name and the person’s first name on them! We saw many multi-generational groups with t-shirts proclaiming who was mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, aunt, and the name of every kid in the group. But one custom t-shirt stood out among all the rest. There was one grandpa who apparently has a special name given him (we hope) by his grandchildren. That was dear Poo Poo. Yes, a grown man was walking around Disney World wearing a t-shirt that declared to one and all that his name was Poo Poo. We all about died when we saw that one. Again, it was commented on for the rest of the trip. “Did you see that huge group of people with the matching shirts???” “Yes, but at least no one was called Poo Poo.”
“Nora Didn’t Want to Go Potty”
OK, so maybe we were over hydrating, but with four of us, someone always needed to use a restroom. That led to many opportunities to encounter people at their most vulnerable. Many many of those people were children, They were every where, as you can imagine. EVERYWHERE. On our fourth day we were back at Epcot for the second time and Eldest Daughter and I were in a restroom. I ended up in a stall next to a mother and small daughter. The little girl’s name was Nora. I got the whole scoop. So did Eldest, who was several stalls away. So did every one in that bathroom. You see, Nora hadn’t gone potty all morning and her mother knew the situation needed to be rectified. Nora, however, was not having any of it. Mom said “Nora, you need to go potty.” Nora responded with a scream and great sobs and a “NO!” This was repeated over and over again. I personally think it had to do with the Disney toilets. They obviously don’t have a water shortage in Florida. Those things flushed with a great long vortex of water that was frightening to me, so I can only imagine how a small child felt about it. Whatever the case, as I left my stall, Nora was trying to take off her socks, mom was telling her no, and Eldest and I will never know how the saga of Nora and the fact that she didn’t want to go potty ended.
The cats were very happy to see us, although Lumos was a little weird at first, and then became the most clingy one of all. Meanwhile. I am starting on the preparations for Thanksgiving and contemplating whether or not I have bronchitis. If I do, it will not be my favorite souvenir from Disney World!
Glad to see you back! Interesting tales. Looking forward to hearing the rest of it. =^}
I have been at Disney World several times and there are always stories. On one occasion at midnight there were special fireworks. I was whacked by a backpack of an overzealous dad who wanted his infant (when I say infant I mean the baby couldn’t even hold his head up) to “see” the fireworks. I guess the dad thought that it would be something the child would remember his whole life. I have.
Too funny! I was whacked, kicked, and almost run over by all kinds of vehicles!
Oh my Poo Poo made me laugh what a name and the poor pink bracelet if it was my granddaughter she would want to fish it out and wash it and say see all clean now, trust me her mum would not allow that but she would try her best to talk mum into it, I know my granddaughter. You hear and see such funny things while using a public restroom