my girls don't understand why they're called chips. because clearly, they're french fries. so i've explained a number of times that the english don't live in france. and then i offer them a taste of a scottish egg to distract them.
we spent an afternoon over at epcot's united kingdom this weekend. played in the boxwood hedge maze in the garden. chatted with alice. had dinner at rose and crown. and found the queen on a delightfully aqua tote - which, of course, i purchased. there's a part of me that wants to be the queen when i grow up. and then there's the other part of me that just wants to squeeze her and love her and throw her over my shoulder.
it's so fun when i'm there because i'll throw out an english accent now and then. also. i actually do that anywhere. lil will ask something like - why do you have to talk like harry potter. and mad will chime in with something like - why do you know how to speak spanish.
oh and by the way. we arrived at epcot via animal kingdom. our morning there was not as whimsical and dainty as the rest of the day.
that's right, friends. there are about eight hanitizers on that side of the stroller. and the poses with the rhino and gorilla are only a couple of reasons why. they're also a couple of the reasons why i laugh and cry all at the same time.
