I made what I believed to be a very graceful and ladylike exit from the back of Ralph M's van. Em was right behind me. She, in front of Ralph, the toaster hotel bellhop guy, the lobby of the toaster hotel and GOD pointed at my backside and announced very loudly:
"She's wearing Daddy's panties."
Thanks kid, I was hoping people could start staring at me right off the bat today. Love ya, mean it.
"That little boy farted loud enough to scare Chuck & Dave this morning." I pointed back at her.
What is worse? For the entire lobby of the toaster hotel to know that I was wearing Scuba Steve’s tighty-whities OR for a child to call her fathers underwear 'panties'?
Points to ponder.
We went into the elevator still singing and dancing 'cuz the poooower youre supplying, it's electra-fy-ing' when the elevator SPOKE to us. We were singing too loud to hear what it said, we think it said 'shut up'.
So we did.
I loved Chef Mickey's. This is a loud, have a great time, twirl your napkins in the air, "good times to be had by all" kind of place. We blended right in. They did line us up for a photo, because obviously, it was me and they know I will buy their photos. Quick get a camera, Delswife is coming, shoot the kids, no the kids, the kids, who cares if their eyes are closed or if Mr. & Mrs. Band-Aids are in it.
Get the picture!
I spent more on photos at Disney than I paid for my car.
We got a great table in the middle, but then again, I don't think there is a bad table anywhere in the place. I have only sat at the ONE table, so I am probably not the best judge of that. Our server was right there, very attentive, refilling our juice cups with every sip.
No exaggeration, EVERY sip. It became a game.
Hey, we like to play.
We each took turns taking a sip from our juice cups and pour, pour, pour she was right there, refilling. We alternated sips and she kept right up with us, pour, pour, pour. We all drank at the same time and she went into pour overload. Being the Disney professional that she was, she never missed a beat. Our juice cups never saw the half-way mark. She really WAS a half-full kind of gal.
We took our plates, (to the left because the DIS recommends that), and took a small sample of everything they had to offer. This is where I discovered the 'ho-my-god' Mickey waffles.
Those waffles are a religious experience.
I ate six of them and Scuba Steve’s tighty-whities were a bit tighter. They also hadn't made their final appearance of the day.
We finished our meals and gathered to the front desk of Chef Mickey's for another photo with Goofy.
Things were going along pretty well until....
Em spotted the monorail going through the restaurant.
She had a nervous breakdown.
Em started running back and forth in front of Goofy, slapping the poor guy trying to get him to notice that the monorail just made its way by above her head. She was darting her head around looking everywhere trying to figure out how to get on it and if she could get on it, how was she going to get Goofy to go with her. She was pulling on Goofy’s apron, pleading with him to go with her. He didn't budge.
She stopped pulling on Goofy, walked over in front of me, crossed her arms and with tears in her eyes said, "Chris (DS) would have taken me. When is he coming back? I want him BACK!"
It dawned on me she was missing DS pretty badly. Yes, little kid, HE would have taken you, you guys would have been gone on another great super-hero adventure, and I miss him too.
"I hope the next time we come, not this time." I told her fighting tears.
"The next time we come we are staying here, because this is the monorail house." She informed Dh & I.
Dh thought that sounded like a pretty good plan, but they live in that 'bubble' and have no idea that people like us, don't stay in places like this. Those people need people like us to stay at the all-stars with Commando Nikki’s whistle and my blue duck pajama's. I had to inform Dh how much ONE night in the monorail house could cost.
He nearly fainted.
He made us walk the rest of the way out of the monorail house with our hands in our pockets. Beatlebum reached for the elevator button and Dh jumped in front of it, doing his slow-motion karate moves slowly saying "Noooo!" while batting her hands away. Commando Nikki jumped in doing her slow-motion karate moves to protect her sister. Em was standing behind them with her arms crossed screaming "Monorail! Monorail!"
Yeah, we will be staying at the All Stars next time. Youre Welcome.
We stepped outside and I phoned Ralph for a ride to the Animal Kingdom. I was too full from my six religious Mickey waffles to sit on a diesel donkey, rocking back and forth, skin- to-skin contact with strangers filled bus.
Ralph was there before I had my cell phone put away. I kid you not. Ralph knows that I know that tipping is NOT a small town in china. Ralph was the best. He entertained us on the way to AK.....
Where Em became a tree hugger and I became a pin head.
I also got a secret phone call from Brother.