Disney on Ice

We scored tickets for Disney on Ice, so my mom and I took the girls.

I did not take the little boys, as precious as they are.

That would have been potentially catastrophic.

Although the dudes might have enjoyed this part:

and this part:

and, most assuredly, this part:

But, then, it would be all over for them.

And it would switch to something like this:

and they would flail, and whine, and cry, and fidget, and whine

And flailing boys is not ideal when you are watching Prince Eric and Ariel do their spotlight dance.

Next up was The Lion King:

Just can't wait to be king . . . circle of life . . . wildebeests . . . yada yada yada . . .

What, pray tell, is a wildebeest?

But enough about that.

What we really need to discuss in this post is my Sweet Pea . . .

Could somebody please hit the pause button?

Because she is growing up too fast.

And I want her stay the way she is.

I want her to always think princesses and princes are magic.

I want her to always spell "miss" , "mish."

And I most certainly want her to always run upstairs and throw on her Tinkerbell dress when she hears we are going on a special date.

No attitudes.

No teenage angst.

No boyfriends.

No sleepovers.

And definitely no driving.

Daisy Mae . . . now Daisy Mae enjoyed the show. 

But her attention span is not as solid as Sweet Pea's.

So we had to buy a $7 box of popcorn to get her sit still.

Worked like a charm.

I love how when the characters wave, my girls still wave.

Seriously . . . somebody needs to hit pause . . .  now . . .

And, in conclusion, I have a suggestion for the powers-that-be at Disney on Ice:

Please make adult Simba's costume more roomy.

It seems a tad snug.

Thank you much.