As promised I am posting part two of the Halloween disaster at Disneyland from a couple of weeks ago. So let me jump right on in! As you all know I have a two and half-year old and a fourteen month old. That pretty much limits the “appropriate rides” for the family. Since it was pouring out, I was a drowned rat, and I refused to purchase a poncho, we were very limited. We found ourselves in the area that had the fairytale character rides, like Peter Pan, Pinocchio, Snow White, Dumbo, the Merry-go-Round etc. That seemed harmless right?
PD1 loves all of those characters, yet I really have not let her watch any of the movies ( that should have been my first red flag). We thought we were the cat’s pajamas of parents sticking close to such “appropriate rides” We get in line for Snow White and I may have been on it before, but I did not remember it. There was nothing indicating that this could be the possible worse idea that this should be considered an “appropriate ride”. . . well that is if I would have looked around and saw that there were no other kids in line under the age of ten!
We load up in the car and off we go. It starts out a little spooky, but nothing that would alarm PD1, then the ride takes a turn for the worst and the witch pops out at you around a corner and it all goes down hill from there. 
I thought she was going to claw the hubs to death trying to get inside his rain jacket and she just kept saying, “Scary Snow White!” The ride was finally over and she was in tears and needed to be talked down off the ledge. We think another ride that will distract her, so we head to Peter Pan!
Now this ride was not as bad as Snow White, but seriously, PD1 was not convinced. She was just waiting in terror for that crummy witch to pop out at her again. There was more tears and talking off ledges.
We finally decided that this whole fairytale land is for the birds so we decide to go to Pirates of the Caribbean. We are convinced that she will love the music and the dancing pirates. OK, I know by now each one of you reading this is screaming at me, “You are the stupidest parent on the face of the earth!” Yes, I will own our stupidity. One quarter the way through Pirate’s I looked over at the hubs who was holding our child’s head in his chest as she is not just crying, but sobbing, and saying over and over, “I want to go home mommy, I want to go home daddy”. That is when I said to him, “Just so you know, we suck as parents!” He nodded in full agreement. We both just held our breath begging for the ride to get over so our little one will only have a week of night terrors not a life time. 
On our way back to Dumbo, a total safe option, we had to work our way by the Haunted House, due to the friggin’ trick or treat lines from hell. Of course we would! Why not have to walk right by the scariest part of the park after we just scared the piss out of our child and probably permanently scared her for the rest of her life. That was another talk off the ledge moment.
Finally we got to Dumbo and the Merry-go-Round and my thought was to ride those puppies as many times as we could. I was trying to do a “Superman” of reversing the past’s damage. No, that did not work, that only worked for Superman. We now have to have a night-light, the star turtle and the door open. This was a child that could sleep in a cave before this little adventure to the Happiest Place on Earth. Like I said before, we sucked as parents that day. The only “Happiest Place on Earth”establishment I am going to venture into for a while is Costco!
A Piece of the Pie Hole 