Disney Flashback.

I don't think I shared with y'all the absolute screaming, crying fit Jenna had while waiting in line for the "It's A Small World" ride. I mean, how can you go to Disney and not ride the fun little boat and listen to that infernal song 396 times while watching the small animatronic dancing children? It's a classic slice of Americana.

It was our last day, Jenna was waaaay overtired, overstimulated and over-everything and totally not into the ride. She almost threw up because she worked herself up so good. We sort of forced her to go on it- because, really, it's just a gentle boat ride- and though she cried the whole time she did get over it. Eventually.

As we were disembarking, a very helpful "It's A Small World" Disney ride operator mistook her tears about being on the ride for tears about having to get off the ride and she offered us another go around, which we quickly declined.

So fast forward about two weeks. The other day, out of seemingly nowhere, Jenna says to me with a very high level of irritation in her voice, "Why do they tall it a SMALL WORLD??? It's not a SMALL WORLD!! It's a BID, BID WORLD!! Why do they tall it that???"

"I'm not sure," I answered as vaguely and lightly as possible.