While I was visiting in August, we went to Walt Disney World a few times. My daughter, J, works there (if I told you what she does I'd have to kill you) so we get in
(These photos were taken that weekend at Disney-MGM Studios while B2, veteran that he is, was waiting for MuppetVision 3D to start. He went straight in, picked up his 3D glasses, and put them on--upside down. Mr. Cool.)
That night, on the way home, B2 was tired and crabby, so J tried to distract him. Unfortunately, it backfired. She asked him where Grawnpah was, and he, in a very casual way, said "In the front." She asked him in the front of what? "In the front." That went on for a while, with B2 getting more and more irate at not being understood. He was finally yelling "IN. THE. FRONNNNNTTTTTT."
We left it alone until we got home, when B2 stalked into the living room, found a DVD, stabbed his finger onto the logo of Cinderella's Castle, and again insisted, "Grawnpah. In the front." Then he tossed the DVD cover onto the floor, sat in his little recliner in front of the tv, and asked his mommy to turn on the DVD.
It was a WDW video, showing the different parks. B2 watches this thing over and over. Suddenly he triumphantly yelled, "THERE's Grawnpah!"
We came running into the room, and this is what we saw:
Walt Disney is B2's Grawnpah. We should all be so lucky.
3 comments:
You know, I was thinking the same thing. It's cool to be able to get in with J's passes, but to actually OWN part of the resort would be pretty sweet.
J said yesterday that B2 has called her Grawnpah lately. I'm thinking he might be a bit confused by the concept.
Walt should be pleased. B2's a real Disney-nut.
One of his first words was "monorail". He shortened it to Myno before long, which says it all. It's his preferred mode of transportation.
Disney World is his home.
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