This was our second trip to Disney with Big E. We took him around the same time last year and while he seemed to enjoy himself, I knew this year he would be way more interested. You see, he discovered a little thing called MOVIES this year.
Each afternoon, in lieu of his nap, we lay in bed and watch either Toy Story or "2 Toy Story". Big E loves Buzz Lightyear. He loves Woody. He loves Jessie. He even loves Stinky Pete.
He shouts out Toy Story nuggets in all sorts of public venues:
TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!
As we crisscrossed Tomorrowland in the people mover, Big E looked down and saw Buzz Lightyear. In person. Taking pictures.
It was a meet and greet and Big E was losing his marbles.
Once we exited what might possibly be the lamest ride in the park, we made our way over to Buzz and claimed our spot in line to meet him, grab a picture, and fulfill Big E's life-long dream of meeting Buzz.
This was torture for Big E. It would be like putting a giant Willy's burrito on my plate and telling me I can't eat it.
Big E kept trying to free himself of me and make his way to Buzz. After many serious threats, I convinced him to stay with me.
Eventually we made our way to the front of the line. Mr. Yoy was in place with the camera. This was going to Big E's big moment. All that was in the way of five minutes of Buzz Lightyear bliss was a set of brothers. Buzz took a few pictures with them and was walking over to a table that he was using to "sign" his autograph.
And then it happened.
Buzz lifted up his giant boot to take a step at the same time that Big E made a mad dash towards him. They collided because Buzz is in this giant plastic suit and probably can't see sh*t. Big E caught some serious air and landed on his knees.
I held my breathe and said the prayer of a million mothers.
PLEASE DON'T CRY! PLEASE DON'T CRY! PLEASE DON'T CRY!
Nothing would have salvaged this moment. Big E erupted into tears.
His idol, Buzz, literally just drop kicked his a** in front of a crowd of people.
He was hurt. He was embarrassed. It was awful.
I tried to calm him down for a picture, but he was on repeat.
NO BUZZ! NO BUZZ! NO BUZZ!
Buzz felt bad (I think), I felt bad, everyone felt bad.
I scooped Big E up and Mr. Yoy managed to get a CLASSIC picture of Buzz, Mrs. Yoy, and a screaming Big E.
He calmed down and enjoyed the rest of the day.
As a peace offering, Mr. Yoy offered to buy Big E a Buzz doll at one of the overpriced shops littering the park. Big E flat out refused.
Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that this story will be introduced into Big E's horror story rotation?
I FELL OFF A TRAIN!
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR KICKED ME IN THE FACE!
I THREW UP IN MY CRIB!
So much for this Yoy Story (get it?)
DESTROY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR! DESTROY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!