So when last I left this blog I was about to ditch my kids in favor of a joyless shuffle through an itinerary that I’d planned from home three weeks before getting to The Magic Kingdom.

            Fortunately my parents offer of enjoying the park while I marched through it snapped me out of The Plan. I realized that we were on vacation and we could could ALL wait for Eeyore. I sat and watched as Eeyore lumbered our way. Eeyore as you know is not speedy. though I had resigned to stay I still wasn’t “in the moment” yet. I was suffering through the delay versus anticipating a lovely experience with a donky. I’m sure my tense face and body language conveyed this. I probably looked as morose as the despondent donky form the 100 Acre Wood.

In good time Eeyore arrived. My kids hugged him. I snapped the shots and then, okay, let’s move on, Eeyore had other plans. He decided I was in need of some quality donkey time. Eeyore finished with the children and put an arm? Hoof? on me. I’ll go with fuzzy hoof on my shoulder. I smiled.  But that wasn’t enough.  Eeyore wasn’t leaving until I had some fun.

Eeyore ruffled my have and pushed me around in my chair. And I started to laugh.. really laugh.. double chinned don’t care if you look good in pictures… look at my fillings guffaw. That’s what happens when a donkey appears to be trying to kill you! It was just the kick I needed. This was no longer polite acceptance of my vacation detour. Eeyore helped me appreciate the walk to the attraction just as much as the attraction. Magic Moments happen when you use The Plan as a guide, not a bible.

Yes, Eeyore tried to smother me in the middle of the Crystal Palace. My kids were rolling on the floor laughing at the sight of me struggling against an attack donkey determined to push me out of my chair.

Of the entire day’s checklist I remember the Eeyore attack. It wasn’t on The Plan and I couldn’t tell you what else was on The Plan. Eeyore showed me how I’d been a real donkey.

So kick the plan. Just a little.