Oh, Disney. It's hard to not be entertained by you. Luke tried, and failed. He sat stony-faced for a couple of songs, but by the time Peter Pan flew through the air and did his solo, he turned to me with an enormous grin. That grin resurfacesed for the Dwarves ("I know this song!" he said).
Dear sweet Ben was first on Dad's lap, but as soon as the music started he tensed up and boo-boo faced and needed a mama. Back at home base in my arms he calmed down. He didn't watch much of the show- he preferred to chew on the seat. By the end of the show he thought everyone was smiling and clapping and cheering for him. You should have seen him light up thinking it was all about him.
I brought my sweater in case it was cold. It wasn't, but Luke loves to take my stuff. My food, my water bottle, anything. Isn't that adorable? (Sarcasm intended). Sometimes I wonder what he'll do for a living when he grows up. I think he may have a future in something that has to do with negotiations or hostile takovers. It's a good thing he's got that cute little face (no sarcasm intended).
The next day Luke practiced his ice skating moves. In his pj's. At 4:30 pm. He's going through a pj phase, which is a little funny because there was a point of time not too long ago that he couldn't be convinced to put on a pair because he thought they were uncomfortable. And that's just how it goes.
He's already asking to go again. Oh boy!