Riding the Mark Twain Riverboat.For Christmas my mom got us annual passes to Disneyland. When she first thought of this idea I was very skeptical: I don't like a lot of the Disney movies, I didn't want a bunch of Mickey Mouse toys ending up in my house, and I really don't want Annabelle wasting the third and fourth years of her life wishing or pretending that she's a princess. But my mom was convinced that it would be fun for us and we all spent a day there together last November.
I had the BEST time! It was awesome! Music is piped through the whole park, the Disney characters wander around interacting with all the kids, and best of all: Annabelle was thrilled with every new adventure and loved the rides. I could hardly wait for my annual pass.
We finally bought them last Saturday and have already visited the park twice this week.
And every single time Annabelle spies someone in character (Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Pluto, Alice in Wonderland, the Mad Hatter, Chipmunks, etc.) walking around the park she points at them and signs, "Hug. Me. Them. Hug. Hug. Hi! Me. Hi! Hug. Hug." And runs towards them at full speed.
So last Sunday we waited in the short line to meet Goofy. She could hardly contain herself. She kept signing, kept skipping ahead in line... and then it was our turn. And the moment Goofy turned to her she became hysterical. Screaming. Clinging. Real tears.
I promise I only stood there long enough for Dave to snap a quick photograph.
