It was like watching a kid in a candy store,
No. It was like watching a kid in Disney World.
That's all he could think as he watched her scramble around the amusement park, practically bouncing in her excitement, sporting a pair of sparkly gold Minnie Mouse ears and squealing over every princess she met.
"You know," he told her as they waited in line to take pictures with Cinderella, "sometimes I think you're really mature for your age, and then sometimes I think you're just a six year-old stuck in a twenty year-old woman's body."
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Come on. If you're not excited and don't feel like a kid when you visit Disney World, then you're not human."
And she reached up on her tiptoes, placing the Mickey ears she had bought him back on his head.
Then the line moved, and she forwent all attention to him and gave it all to the woman dressed like a princess only a few yards from them now.
And he laughed, at the absurdity of it all, at the fact that two grown adults like them were wearing mouse ears and waiting in line for copious amounts of time in order to meet a costumed worker.
But mostly he laughed at how her eyes widened as they got closer and closer to Cinderella. Mostly he laughed at her Minnie headgear.
Mostly he laughed at how adorable she was.
Maybe Disney World isn't so bad after all, he thought.
And he pushed his Mickey Mouse ears more securely onto his head.
