We were sitting at the table on Sunday morning, eating a big breakfast together as a family. As we went around the table, we each had a name a ride we were going to try at Disneyworld that we hadn’t ridden before.
“I’m going to ride Maelstrom,” said TK.
“What’s that?” asked GT
“It’s the Norway boat ride, remember?” I asked, “You know the one with the lightning and the boat turns backwards.”
“I’ve never been on that either,” said ST.
“Yes, you have!” I said, “Every year we ride it together.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” shrugged ST.
“Me either,” echoed GT, stuffing a whole piece of bacon into his mouth.
“Oh, for Heaven’s Sakes,” I exclaimed, putting my fork down on my napkin. “This calls for drastic measures!”
With that, I went into the next room to get our Disneyworld guide book and show the two kids the picture of the ride. I knew once they saw the picture, they’d remember the ride.
When I walked back in, ST was clapping her hands and standing against the height chart we posted on one of our doorjambs.
“What are you doing?” I asked, lowering the book in confusion.
“I’ve been waiting for you to measure me again for WEEKS!” she informed me, “So let’s do it! Measure me! Drastic!”
In all fairness, she gets really excited when the doctor does it too.
