When you wish upon a star...

you forget how freaking big Disney World is. Take two kids? Sure! We took them a few years ago when they were just babies, and everyone had a blast! They're older now, they'll appreciate it more! It's the Little Ballerina's birthday! It will be great!

Except the Heffalump can walk and talk now. (Although all the talking she did was "Mommy, uppy. Mommy, carry me.") And Little Ballerina is, shall we say, opinionated -- by which I mean, she has a mouth on her you would not believe (those would be my genes.) And all she wanted was to get her face painted ("Paint facing! I want paint facing!"), or alternatively, to get a hair wrap at the hotel pool.

Still, it ended well, I think. The first day was magical -- dinner in Cinderella's castle for the Ballerina's birthday; the "High School Musical" pep rally where one of the cute basketball players hugged her "Oh My Gosh Mom!" And there were other good moments: meeting Kim Possible, seeing the Little Mermaid, watching the Heffalump shake her booty at the Playhouse Disney show.

But I will happily skip on going into a crowd of people again, for a long, long time.