Waffles and racing cars

Today we went to one of daddy’s favourite restaurants in the whole world for breakfast – Waffle House. He was very happy when he saw that his breakfast took up most of the table. Mummy ate quite a lot too, though she did keep groaning as if she was in pain as she finished up her waffle – strange.

Max and I gobbled up our waffles with plenty of syrup and then amused ourselves by diving under the table together, which made daddy rather grumpy – perhaps we were distracting him from his bacon?

After breakfast we went to the most fun place on Earth – the Magic Kingdom. First of all we rode the Monorail to the park, which is a pretty good ride in itself, then we went on the racing car ride. I drove, because mummy just isn’t fast enough.

I must admit my cornering needs work as we hit the guide rail pretty hard every time we took a bend. Still it made mummy laugh so much, I did start doing it on purpose in the end. Daddy, who was driven by Max, said he played this game too.

Next stop was a walk to Splash Mountain to pick up a Fast Pass to avoid the queues, but by this point the clouds were turning a pretty scary shade of black and mummy kept muttering gloomily about rain. To kill time before our ride we saw the Enchanted Tiki Room show, which was OK if you like singing parrots. Max was such a baby he was even scared in here when the nasty parrot came back.

To cheer Max up I agreed to do a baby ride with him – the Flying Carpet ride, which he loved. By now it was really raining and there were loads of announcements about a storm being on the way which would mean they would have to shut down the rides.

We walked back to Splash Mountain in the rain, waited till our Fast Pass time came up and just as it did the lady said the ride had to close. I was not happy! Still mummy did promise me a lollypop to make up for it, so that was a bit of a result.

We went back to our apartment then (via mummy’s favourite place to shop – Walgreens) and had a rest. Well daddy had a rest while we watched Power Rangers on a loop until mummy couldn’t stand it any more. Then mummy and daddy had a row, while Max and I ran like maniacs around the furniture to try to distract them. It only worked when Max slammed himself into a door frame – we’ll have to remember that for next time.

We had been meaning to go and see the fireworks, but mummy’s batteries had run out (I think that’s why daddy was cross with her, but who knows) and it was still very cloudy, so we went out for dinner instead. Once again there was the perfect table for diving under to keep up amused, along with begging mummy and daddy for sips of their colourful drinks. But they won’t give in as they said if they let us have a taste in America they’d be arrested!

Tomorrow we will be mostly swimming and going back to see the fireworks at last – or at least that’s the plan…..