How to be a Hero instead of a Zero (in your kids' eyes)

It's easy: take the kids to Disney on Ice: Mickey and Minnie's Magical Journey!

Sit very close to the action:

Where the kids get to see live action Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, and Donald and Daisy Duck.

Then have a lot of awesome segments of the kids favorite Disney shows from Lion King...

to Little Mermaid...

to a brief moment of Mary Poppins with quick segue to Peter Pan, where you have some BIG awesome skating numbers including flying and Tinker Bell...

Catch a PRICELESS video moment of your enraptured and joyful kids clapping enthusiastically to wake up Tinker Bell (then taunt the Webz with it by not showing it because well, it's your kids faces)...

Include an adorable segment with Lilo and Stitch, including a rocket ship and incredible alien costumes (sorry, was too enthralled to remember to take photos!)...

Then wrap up with a HUGE exciting number where all the skaters come out as the favorite characters...

Take them out for ice cream afterward and you just might get, "This is exactly the type of day a kid loves, Mom!"

Comments

Magpie said…

You are beyond kind.

April 21, 2009 at 1:19 PM

jeanie said…

Awww!! That is the sort of outing that will be remembered for years - and you will get the warm glow tingles (in their minds) every time they recall it.

April 22, 2009 at 2:27 PM

Liv said…

right on. go, Mom!

April 22, 2009 at 3:57 PM

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