Original Post: 12/8/2010
*Update: This has to be my favorite post I’ve ever written, and not just because an extraordinary amount of people are searching “shoe lifts” on the internet and landing here. Welcome, vertically-challenged friends!
Nothing like a trip to Disney to bring out your best and worst parenting moments.
Take, for instance, the use of shoe lifts.
We have three kids. We are two adults. There is only 2/3 of each of us for each child, and although I can multitask like a superhero, I cannot actually be in two places at one time. (Neither could Jesus. Just sayin.)
Zone parenting is not much fun when one child is under forty inches (40 inches is required to have any actual FUN at Disney.) The problem is we parents actually LIKE having fun and neither one of us is selfless ENOUGH to do little-kiddie stuff even though ONE parent went through a week’s worth of labor and thousands of minutes of throwing up to BIRTH these three children.
And our little-kiddie is JUST under the fun height.
Like 39 3/4 inches. Not to mention, this is our kid who says things like:
I love rides! I love rollercoasters! Why is this ride over? When can we go again? I’m big! Can I bungee? How about jump out of planes? Can I have a shotgun? (*sarcasm alert)
So what are two fun-loving adults spending their week stuck vacationing at Disney to do?
Desperate times, people, call for desperate measures.
Sooo…we take the cardboard from our Blue Moon 12-pack and cut it up with a serrated knife and eighteen heel-shaped cardboard pieces later, we are in business.
Of course, the boy loves his lifts that gain him access to everything FUN. He keeps them in the entire day.
So, while I’m busy judging the mom with the seven year old on the leash,
the mom of the bibbiti-bobbito-boo triplets with Fantasy princess hair (the cost of which could feed all of Burkina Faso for a month),
or the guy buying a beer at Epcot at 10AM…
I’m cheating the system with cardboard.
Judge not at Disney, lest you be judged.