Jacob is full of witty bon mots this week (consolation for some really frustrating behavior), and he came up with this little gem before bed last night:
"Mom, will you go to the castle and be my princess?"
And he means this castle.
What is it you say? Taking a small boy with autism and anxiety to a packed theme park in the middle of summer is a bad idea?
WRONG ANSWER. And when we go, he and I will skip and and sing and jump into each others arms while singing "A Whole New World." Disney World is The Most Magical Place on Earth where nothing bad happens and our family's not going to be the ones to ruin it. Right? Right.
I want to turn a blind eye to all the red lights standing between me and my sweet boy having his heart's desire for his birthday.
HE ASKED ME TO BE HIS PRINCESS, MAN!
One of the small advantages of living in Florida is that we're only a relatively short car trip away from Disney World at all times. There is no plane to pay for and endure, we could spend a short weekend and it's no big deal, and James and I both have good friends in the area (with families) if shit hits the fan.
J boy's birthday is about six weeks away, so we still have (some) time to decide. Meanwhile, I''ve been scouring sites like www.allears.net to see if we can make the trip as enjoyable for everyone as possible. I know we could have a great time!! Just maybe not six weeks from now.