“SO THE DRAMA”
With Snow White’s mention of dinner, I realize that it is time for us to rejoin our precious family and journey to Liberty Square for supper. We have reservations at the Liberty Tree Tavern.
DD8 and I meet the other half of our crew at the train station on Main Street, U.S.A.®. All is well except that DD3 has resumed her withdrawn state of irritation.
We arrive at the tavern a little early. The hostess tells us to have a seat in the waiting area until our table becomes available. I sit on a colonial bench, cuddling DD3 who is in desperate need of unconditional love right now. “We get to see Goofy, won’t that be fun,” I suggest gently. She shakes her head in disagreement. “Well, what about Minnie or Chip and Dale? They are here too, and they are going to visit our table when we eat. Do you want to see any of them,” I ask in a soothing voice. She sadly says, “No. I don’t want to see them.” But after some consideration she partially retracts her statement. “Well, I want to see Chip, the chinkmonk.” I agree that Chip is a pleasant “chinkmonk”, and I look forward to seeing him as well.
We are summoned to our table that is tucked back in the corner with a booth-type bench and a couple chairs. It isn’t long before the Disney characters, dressed in colonial garb come into view. “Oh boy,” I say, “I can see them coming.” DD8 and DS6 contort their bodies in order to catch a glimpse while remaining in their chairs. I can see the excitement beginning to build for them. DD3, however, displays no enthusiasm whatsoever. She remains in her booster seat that rests on the stuffed leather bench and has once again become statuesque while fervently ****ing her thumb. “Here we go again,” I think.
The first one to visit our table is Minnie. I am hopeful that DD3 will change her attitude because she responded so well to Minnie earlier in the day. I am sure that DD3 remembers how loving Minnie was at that time, and it seems unlikely that DD3 would completely shun such a great friend.
Minnie is received warmly by DD8 and DS6. They envelope her in affectionate hugs and kisses. But Minnie lays eyes on DD3, who is firmly planted in her booster seat and ****ing her thumb. She extends her arms to DD3, suggesting that she would like a hug, but DD3 fails to even acknowledge Minnie’s existence. Minnie is crushed by this overt rejection, and shamefully buries her perky face within her enormous, mouse hands. DD3 is still unmoved. I suggest that maybe Minnie could kiss DD3 on the cheek since this was so effective in lifting her spirits previously. Minnie nods to express her cooperation. She leans in close to DD3 for the gentle, friendly expression. But while DD3 may have been tricked out of her crankiness this way before, she is no fool to be tricked this way again.
As Minnie plants her plastic, black nose squarely on DD3’s cheek, DD3’s eyes roll into the back of her head. In a performance worthy of an Oscar nomination for “Best Actress in a Dramatic Role”, DD3 falls out of her booster seat and onto the bench like a grand tree falls to the ground as the lumberjack yells, “Timber!” She then tumbles off of the bench and lands with a great thud underneath our table.
Minnie is horrified to find that she has delivered the kiss of death to my unfortunate child and covers her blushing cheeks with her huge, white-gloved hands. I assure her that she is not responsible for any trauma DD3 has suffered, and release her to greet children who are more deserving of her cheerful presence.
Once DD3 is recovered from the table underworld, she is sternly seated next to me on the bench. I am determined that we will have no more dramatic performances throughout the rest of our meal.
Goofy is now making his way towards our table. “DD3,” I enthusiastically remark, “Goofy is coming next. Look at how silly he is. This will be the only time that we get to meet him. Don’t you think you want to hug him and let Mommy take your picture?” She huffs in annoyance at my suggestion. “No,” she says firmly, “I only want Chip.”
With her position firmly established, DD3 passes up her chance to be silly with the funniest Disney character. Goofy seems slightly disappointed by DD3’s stubborn rejection of him, but he quickly recovers as he moves to the next table.
Dale is not far behind Goofy. He is very animated and friendly. DD8 and DS6 happily receive him while DH films and I snap photos. DD3 is obstinate though. She will not even glance at Dale. He tries to approach her, but she growls a little bit as a warning to him. I inform Dale that he doesn’t need to bother with DD3 because she is anti-social at the moment. He wisely takes my counsel and backs away.
Finally Chip arrives. DD3 immediately snaps out of the doom and gloom that she has been plagued by since our arrival in the tavern. We are all stunned by the instantaneous transformation that Chip has brought upon our cranky girl, but the change is a welcome one. DD3 leaps out of the booth so that she can bury her face in Chip’s soft fur. He welcomes her with open arms and nuzzles the top of her head. Her smile is so grand; she looks as if she has just entered paradise.
After a few more high-fives and games of pat-a-cake, Chip gestures that DD3 should return to her meal that has now arrived. She obediently climbs back into her seat and announces to us, “That was great. Now I am ready to see the others.”