A Disney Vacation with My Inquisitive Children

We were finally realizing our family dream of taking a trip to Disneyworld. We'd pinched our pennies and saved for a year, and began our twelve hour drive to Florida. Before we even pulled out of the driveway, my children started asking questions.

"How long is the drive?"

"Will it be dark when we get there?"

"Does our hotel have a pool?"

And so it was. The beginning of an extremely LONG trip. My children came up with questions for the very questions they asked. I tried to be patient with them, but my head was pounding, my blood pressure was soaring, and my patience......was VERY thin. And finally, we arrived at the resort. My eyes filled with tears, happy to finally be getting out of the car and away from the questions.

But they didn't stop.

"Does this hotel have room service?

"Is the pool heated?"

"Does the t.v. have HBO?"

This was still the FIRST DAY of our vacation. That thought kept echoing in my mind. Our FIRST DAY, and already....I just wanted to get away from them! Well, not really them, but the questions.

During the time we spent at Disneyworld, I became convinced that a steady stream of questioning could be used as a non-physical torture technique. My children could be flown in as specialists, sent to break down the stubborn criminals that wont speak. I can just imagine the information they could get from spies, terrorists, and bad people around the world, just by sending my children into the room with them for fifteen minutes.

We spent six full days at the various Disney parks in Orlando, Florida. And while the pictures we took depict smiling faces and good times, my mind will always remember the barrage of questioning I endured to make it all happen.