Little Boy Moments...

I woke up today and met Jenn at the bus stop to go to Hollywood Studios with her and Alexandra before work. Going to the parks before work really helps boost morale for the day. I end my day not thinking that I haven't done anything with my day but work and also just puts me in a general better mood. We ride some of the rides I hadn't got on yet while snacking on Kit Kats and York pepperint patties that Alexandra brought.

Then I parted ways with them and went to work. Work was swell, because I got to be bathroom buddies (that sounds a little wrong, but simply means we had the same bathrooms all day). We danced at and after the parade with our choreographed dances to the songs, and at the closing song too.

Each day, I have a little boy of the day moment. For instance, the little british boy who lost his parents and the one who spilt hot chocolate on me. On little boy (s) of the day moment including me going up to these little boys crying in a stroller and giving them stickers. Afterwards, the mother says "thank you, but I don't need you to mother my children." I apologize, dumbfounded, and hand her a sticker, say "have a magical day," and walk away. But today's involved me sweeping by a kid in a stroller. Then, he says "here" and hands me his trash. Yeah, he's done with his Caprisun so he just gives it to me. I smile, thank him so much, and give him a sticker. But really I'm thinking...Really? This is what my life's become? Another recent one involved me getting whistled at. A little kid, not rudely or meanly, whistles, snaps his fingers, and points to some candy he dropped for me to clean it up. Again...really?