Breakfast with Satan

So we had arrived, and I figured what better way to start off a vacation than to expose the children to adults dressed up in furry costumes, twice as large as the kids, who have this weird vibe because they don't talk - better known as 'Breakfast With Mickey'. The added benefit here is that not only could it screw up their mindset for the whole vacation, but could seriously screw them up for the rest of their lives, always fearing that a 6-foot tall Pluto will appear next to their beds in the middle of the night, not saying anything, but just staring at them with those wide, never-blinking eyes....

Alas, the kids were a bit nervous at first, but quickly warmed up to the characters, which included Mickey, Minny, Pluto, Goofy and Donald. Enzo didn't want to take any photos with them, but enjoyed interacting with them. Both Michael and Sal got their heads licked by Pluto, and Minny slipped me her room key.

Other parents were not so lucky, as there was quite a bit of crying and screaming yelling of 'Noooo!!! Get it awaaaayy!' On a side note, had the meal not been covered by the dining plan we signed up for, Michael and Enzo would probably still be doing dishes.