Day Five: Meet the Princesses

The biggest disappointment with Monday was that the girls only met one Princess: Jasmine. She has her own house in Frontierland. Oddest placement in the world, but. . .bygones. We thought that we'd see more Princesses in the night parade, but there was not a night parade, just fireworks. I broke the bad news to Macey and said, "We'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the Princesses, is that alright?" Her little eyes filled with tears and she nodded her head an emphatic no. Is there anything worse than seeing your baby cry at Disneyland? So I called Garry, who was waiting in a line to ride a rollercoaster, on his cell phone and told him that tomorrow there would be Princesses. Lots and lots of princesses. And there were! We waited FOREVER in line to meet three princesses. They rotate and so we were not sure who we would get to meet. Mulan was a fabulous surprise because the girls are on a Mulan kick right now. Macey asked her a couple of times to sing her favorite song: Reflection.

Sleeping Beauty is Emma's favorite and so thank goodness she was there! Look at the joy on Emma's little face!

Snow White. She was very nice.

In Jasmine's Meet & Greet in Frontierland.

So, one obvious Princess is missing: Cinderella. The girls did not make it to her line fast enough and she said she could not take a picture because she was late and Prince Charming got upset when she was late. My sister thought that I should have called her out -- that I should have said, "I don't think so. In fact, I do not think Prince Charming even exists. So say cheese, lady." That would have been interesting.

We would have understood 'line restrictions' and the need to stay on schedule but another employee saw Macey biff it on the sidewalk (the Grace curse, again) and cry and had asked Cinderella (Brenda) to make sure to talk to her and take a picture. I would not have thought much about it, but my girls still talk about it. Emma has such a big heart -- she told me the other day that she hoped Cinderella made it on time. Grrr to Brenda!