Monday, August 26, 2013

The Zoo in Paris: Day 2

I don't read Health Nut Review very often, but I'm pretty sure I can wing the basics. It all starts with a seriously balanced breakfast.

Shortly after this lovely shot, David tried to "scare" Tommy and Peter faked a karate chop in his face to see how he would react. I'm glad to report that Tommy's total-focus glare in this shot withstood both asinine attempts to spill his drink. That's ma' boy!

After confirming his distant Irish heritage by not wasting a drop of anything liquid, I decided to check on Angie. She had prematurely left the breakfast table, giggling to herself and mumbling something about needing fresh air. I interrupted her as she was self-preparing herself for a day of loudness.

'Um, Angie, are you okay? You're smiling and you haven't had a coffee yet.'
'Is that a yes?'
I am used to ignoring women, catatonic or not, so instead of continuing our fun, but one-sided game, I went to check on our first born.
Tommy had finally found a cement pole small enough that he could self-perch on. I gave him huge high-fives and tried my damndest not to make it sound condescending.

'Wow, Tommy, that's just...uh, AMAZING! I mean, the way you can jump on that pole all by yourself and just, you know, sit. WOW! FANTASTIC!'

Angie gave my sarcasm daggers, but inside, I'm pretty sure her brain chuckled. More importantly, Tommy glowed like a firefly in heat. And please don't ask me how I know what that looks like.

At the main gates, the bro's got all brotherly like for a photo op.

Shortly after, Angie snatched the map and self-proclaimed herself to be the Disney Siri. Let the squinting begin!

There's only so much frazzled map folding and cursing I can handle. After five minutes, I snuck off with Tommy to see how much money I could throw at one of the many souvenir wagons. After ten minutes, Peter joined me and it was clear to me that the additional five minutes of exposure to his mother's navigational ambitions had taken its toll on him. It wasn't blatantly obvious, but he was definitely acting a little goofy.

After Angie finally found our bearings, we decided to actually hit some rides. First on the boys' list was the latest Toy Story exhibit.

The next on the list had less to do with the boys and more to do with Angie's generation. Yes, that's right - we were forced to enjoy a viewing of the classic Michael Jackson 3D video, Captain EO.

Tommy was absolutely wowed. Every time one of the space ship 'flew into the crowd', Tommy would jump back in surprise. Then he would reach forward in his seat and try to touch the space ship. Every time, the old lady in front of us with the white poofy hair would whip around, annoyed that Tommy was shoving his digits in her doo.

'Chill out, Granny, he just wants to know what 3D feels like.'

According to Granny, 3D feels like 'If your kid grabs my hair one more time, my purse and your son's head are gonna become friends.'

In Tommy's defense, her hair did look like a pretty good landing pad for spacecraft. In her defense, we simply decided to leave the old bat alone. Great, lovely, move on!

Nothing like watching Michael Jackson kick the shit out of aliens gives my kids the courage needed to ride manly man rides, like the Pirates of the Caribbean.

Despite what was photographically documented, Peter was totally brave on the Pirates of the Caribbean' ride. But, hey! What the hell was Tommy doing during Peter's white-knuckled attempt to outcourage David?

Tommy had curled up in the back of a horse and buggy wagon in the Old West and for reasons only known to his ego, he decided to practice his poses for Gap Kids.

After the adrenaline-packed Caribbean death trap, Peter politely passed on my offer to go on it again and rather considerately insisted that we stick to rides that Tommy can go on. I don't think that David picked up on Peter's reluctance, but he was totally ready to keep moving.

'Yeah, Papa! Like that one - look!'

No trip to Disneyland is complete without a boat ride through 'It's a Small World'. Peter and David were impressed, but Tommy - he was amazed.
'Yeah, that's great, Tommy, but you don't have to scream at the top of your...'
It didn't surprise me that Angie's son was ignoring me, but it did surprise me how many countries Peter and David were able to guess as we made our way through the watery canals. I remember the 'It's a Small World' ride from way back when I was a young pup and I can only hope that my little doggies were experiencing the same memory that has stayed with me all these years.
Warm and fuzzy memories are great, but if you want to guarantee that your kids will never forget their trip to Disneyland, you have to be willing to scare the ever loving shit of them. That's right, you take them to Big Thunder Mountain.

The line for this one was insane. After about 40 minutes, Peter's bladder started paging him. The problem was that we were only halfway through the line and there was no urinal in sight. The only way to relieve Peter was for him to fight his way against the line and then somehow convince everyone on his way back in that he wasn't really cutting. Luckily, my brain puts crack cocaine to shame.

'Hey Peter - do you want to play games on my iPhone?'

*POOF* Peter zombied out for the next half hour and completely ignored silly things like bodily functions. That is, of course, until we had started the ride and we were halfway up the side of Big Thunder Mountain. That's when you just laugh at your anguished kid and tell him to buckle up.

After the ride, there was also the chance to buy pictures, but I took one look at the snapshot of petrified Peter and even I could not bring myself to such levels of embarrassment. More importantly, Peter survived the ride AND made it to the bathroom before embarrassment turned into humiliation.

As we left the park, the boys were able to each pick out a 'thing', followed by a trip to the candy store. This damn near sent Peter into a panic attack. His major dilemma was that he had a free choice of what to pick and his mind interpreted this to mean that he had to pick up and examine every article in every store to make sure that in the end he chose the right thing.

David, on the other hand, zeroed in on an oversized Donald Duck within 30 seconds and raced off to the candy store with Tommy, giggling like a bunch of happy kids.

After getting smack-wired on sugary cotton, we decided to head home. On the way out, Tommy started to melt down.

'I'm soooo tired!'

'No problem, Tommy - jump on my back'

I told Peter that I thought that his offer to piggy-back Tommy was awesome and off they went. Tommy kept screaming for Peter to go faster and unfortunately Angie has conditioned Peter to do whatever people are screaming at him to do.

About five meters before the exit, Peter tripped. Being the considerate kid he is, he didn't let go of his little brother. Unfortunately, this meant that Tommy's fall was cushioned by Peter's face as it smacked into the cement pavement.

I immediately scooped up our first born and unsuccessfully tried to get Peter to stop wailing like a kid who's just broken his cheek bone. Luckily, depending on how you look at it, Peter has actually broken his cheek bone before. I tried to remember the wise doctor's advice.

'Yup, nothing to do, really. Just make sure the eye sockets don't swell up. Otherwise, it'll heal on its own.'

We took the shuttle back to the hotel, threw an ice-pack on Peter's face and let him sleep in our bed. When Peter finally snoozed, I went to check on my other angels. I don't read Health Nut Review very often, but I'm pretty sure I can wing the basics. It all ends with a seriously cute snuggle and a really overpriced Donald Duck.

Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter:  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
David: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Tom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
David: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Tom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
David: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Tom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

1 comment:

  1. That was Tropicana Orange Juice!!! No Wonder he didn't spill any!