Every time we go to the “Mouse House” (or “the Magic Kingdom” for those who prefer to use proper Disney nomenclature), The Boy wants to rush to the back of the park to Frontierland and see if he is tall enough to ride Big Thunder Mountain Railroad.
And today, just like many prior visits, he is just shy of the 40-inch mark.
He’s frustrated and a little sad, and no matter how much Cute Husband and I promise that it won’t be much longer until he’s (finally) tall enough to ride, I’m not certain he believes us.
But he’ll get there. Just not today.