Once upon a time , a family of six went to see the Mouse. They stayed for the first time at their new home of SSR. They left the villa early to catch the bus with the two yr old lagging a little behind sturdily carrying the backpack. The family arrived at the Magic Kingdom and approached the guards requesting entrance.
The first guard searched their belongings but stopped to pay special attention to the lovely two yr. old princess. He examined the backpack, then looked at the rest of the family and asked what we were trying to do.
I looked in the backpack and was very confused for there sat one of the telephones from our villa. She had been determined to carry the backpack all by herself and had mumbled something about helping us out by bringing a phone. She was afraid that we might miss an important call. I thought that she meant a toy one.
The first guard accused us of stealing insisted that we take the phone back immediately before entering the park.
The second guard couldn't stop laughing and rolling around on the table.
Eventually, we took the phone to the gift shop and asked them to deliver it to SSR. (To the amusement of the staffs at both gift shops.
Much shorter story number two. Six months later:
Upon returning to SSR after a rousing dinner at Whispering Canyon Cafe, we found out that the same child, now three, decided to help us out by sneaking three place settings of silverware into our bags while at the restaurant. She said that she didn't think that we had enough at home.
On both occasions we laughed and laughed. I think that was worth the adoption fees alone.
Regina
The first guard searched their belongings but stopped to pay special attention to the lovely two yr. old princess. He examined the backpack, then looked at the rest of the family and asked what we were trying to do.
I looked in the backpack and was very confused for there sat one of the telephones from our villa. She had been determined to carry the backpack all by herself and had mumbled something about helping us out by bringing a phone. She was afraid that we might miss an important call. I thought that she meant a toy one.
The first guard accused us of stealing insisted that we take the phone back immediately before entering the park.
The second guard couldn't stop laughing and rolling around on the table.
Eventually, we took the phone to the gift shop and asked them to deliver it to SSR. (To the amusement of the staffs at both gift shops.
Much shorter story number two. Six months later:
Upon returning to SSR after a rousing dinner at Whispering Canyon Cafe, we found out that the same child, now three, decided to help us out by sneaking three place settings of silverware into our bags while at the restaurant. She said that she didn't think that we had enough at home.
On both occasions we laughed and laughed. I think that was worth the adoption fees alone.
Regina
