We just spent a week at Disneyworld. On our first day there, we had lunch at Chef Mickey's with Mickey Mouse and friends. T thought he was too cool to hang out with Mickey Mouse. Therefore, when ol' Mickey came through, T had his face in his salad plate acting like he hadn't noticed him walking up to our table. When Mickey Mouse tapped T's hand to get his attention T pulled his hand away and kept eating. Well, Mickey Mouse popped straight up with his hands on his hips. The next thing T knew Mickey Mouse was sitting next to him & loving up on him. With E sitting on his left and Mickey Mouse on his right, there was nowhere for T to go but under the table. Mickey Mouse followed him. By this point the whole restaurant was watching. In short order, Mickey Mouse came out from under the table holding T's right sneaker in one hand and his nose with the other. T was done for. He couldn't come out from under the table with Mickey Mouse up there waiting for him; and, he was trapped if he stayed there. After several minutes, Mickey Mouse leaned down, put his thumbs in his ears and blew T a great big raspberry. We captured it on video and burned it to DVD. It should be good for many years of laughter.
Going to Disneyworld was the best thing that's happened to all of us in a very long time. Two weeks ago, we were all getting on each other's nerves to the point that I was dreading spending 24 hours a day with them. Within a few hours of being there, mostly due to Mickey Mouse's antics, I was relaxed and starting to think it might actually turn out to be a fun vacation. Sometime on the second day, I started walking around with that silly, happy grin on my face and seeing it reflected back in the faces of my husband and children. The place truly is magical.
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