When we went to Disneyland, the first ride we had to go on was Star Tours. The line was ten minutes long, so I handed the boys their brand new fidget spinners, purchased for moments like these. I took the time to work on my Spanish on my language app. (Sure, it looks like I was annoying my kids as I played Candy Crush, but, honest, I was working on learning a second language that will help me as a person, a teacher, and a mom. I’m way on top of it.) And the line moved on. In less than ten minutes, we were on board.
For those who have never been on the ride, right before the ride starts, they snap a picture of a guest. Capacity of the ride is 40 people. During the ride, a picture, in shades of blue, is shown of the guest as the rebel spy. I have friends who have ridden the ride until their kids were the spy. It’s neat.
I was sitting next to Tornado E, who sat next to Tornado A, who sat next to Tornado S. The ride took off, and the rebel spy was revealed.
Those big eyes. That bald head. My family’s traditional cheeks and nose. Oh my god, my little Sith Lord is a rebel spy! Tornado E and I looked over at Tornado S and started laughing.
We laughed through the whole ride. Our Sith Lord was a rebel spy! There was good in him after all. He belonged to us; he belonged to the rebellion. And We. Are Never. Going to let him live it down.
We got off the ride and congratulated Tornado S, teasing him about his new role.
Tornado S: I’m not the spy!
Tornado E: We saw your picture, Tornado S!
Me: Everyone saw it, rebel spy. Would you like a shirt? I’ll buy you a shirt!
Tornado S: I’m not the spy!
Tornado E: Yes, you were!
Me: I’m totally buying a shirt. I always knew you would rejoin the light side.
Tornado S: I’m not the spy! I wore my hat the whole time!
Huh. He was wearing his hat. He was wearing his hat during the ride. So was Tornado E. Tornado E and I turned to the last child.
Tornado S: Tornado A was the rebel spy!
Tornado A: (with a huge smile) Fooled you!
I feel like that should have been a Spaceballs reference. Also my kids look goddamn similar.
Me: (huh. Do I look like a bad mom for not being able to tell my kids apart when they’re pictured in blue scale?) Do you want a shirt, Tornado A?
Tornado A: (shakes head) No. But can I have a light saber?!
Like the other three light sabers that you boys built last time we were at Disneyland. Like the other 5 (Is it 5 or 7) light sabers we already have. Your grandparents are going to yell at me if we bring home any more light sabers.
Me: I don’t want to carry souvenirs all day, so let’s keep looking around. If you want one at the end of the day, you can have one.
Which was interrupted as: Please, start building a light saber right now and act like I never said a word.
They did leave the light saber building area. And we did go back so the boys could build light sabers before we left.