Who am I kidding? Juliet could have cared less. We went because I am a five-year-old at heart. And also an octogenarian. It’s complicated. Anyway, we were fortunate enough to go with some of our dearest friends, and we had a great time. Someday Juliet will be able to look at these pictures and realize how much fun we made her have. We’re such good parents.
Juliet actually really seemed to appreciate the Little Mermaid ride. I didn’t tell her that it’s basically a story about a spoiled 16-year-old who rebels against her father in order to get her way or that in the Hans Christian Andersen version of the story the mermaid dies, which is a fitting punishment for her disobedience. Because I thought that might ruin the experience for my baby girl. There will be plenty of time to scar her with horrifying folklore when she gets older.
She fell asleep during the Haunted Mansion ride, proving that she has terrible taste.