Lesley Wake
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Mar 16, 2017
I told my mom about the Chocolate Train and she was like - when is the next plane leaving for Switzerland!She is the one who’s also the big Disney fan and will inevitably end up at WDW the same time as me one day in the future. The two of us got to visit a small town called Gruyeres, tour a cheese factory, a chocolate factory, and take a chocolate train!
The Polynesian had the diapers but no wipes. I was willing to accept the risk and take our chances with the germs, but Alex was antsy and wanted to wander some more. He tossed Evie in the baby carrier and announced that he was going to walk to Shades of Green and check their shop for the items.
I thought he was crazy! That was a good ten minutes of walking one way, and doing it with a toddler strapped to his chest made the trek even harder. He might as well have been doing one of his ruck runs, only in cargo shorts and improper shoes.
However, he seemed pretty determined to do it.
Anything sounded better than sitting at the pool.
That’s my husband’s worst nightmare right there.
Wasting time off doing…nothing? What kind of crazy person considers that fun?
His wife, that’s who…
At least he tried to help!The slide was the best thing ever, and I spent the following hour watching Landon go on it over and over again. The only problem was that after he got off, he wanted to run back to the stairs and I had to yell “WALK!” continuously. I am sure the other parents around me were getting sick of hearing my voice, but Landon was having a terrible time remembering that rule. As soon as he heard my voice he’d slow, but his excitement always overloaded his brain once his feet hit concrete.
Bless the lifeguard’s heart, he tried to help me out. He made a circuit from one end of the pool to the other, and every time he was at the slide’s end when Landon got out, he’d ask him for a high five or a fist bump or a cheer to try and get him to keep a safe pace. He walked over to me at one point and said, “I’m trying!”