On Friday, we went to Epcot. We went to the Nemo ride first and then went to Turtle Talk. After that, we walked and walked and walked.
The boys inside Bruce's mouth. I guess that's their scary faces.
Hughes did not want his picture taken at this point. Collins wasn't really sure what was going on at this point.
Funny sidenote: yesterday we were down at Charleston Place looking at the trains and this lady had a Pooh teddy bear taking pictures of it in different poses inside the hotel. Weird? yeah, I know. Anywho, I pointed it out to the boys and Banks said, " yeah, but that's not the real Pooh". You gotta love their innocence.
And, the real reason we came to Epcot was to see and hear the Christmas Story. When we were there it was narrated by Mira Sorvino. It was beautiful besides the three little boys I had surrounding me who couldn't appreciate the singing and were constantly having to be told to "shhh".
We said our farewells to Mickey and Minnie and vowed to come back in a few years. The boys need to grow a few more inches and reach deep to find the courage to ride some roller coasters before we come back. It was a great Disney vacation and I am thankful that I have the best parents who would forego their Iron Bowl weekend to spend the week at Disney with me and the boys.
Thanks BecBec & PopPop, you're one in a million!