Disney has really got this childhood magic thing figured out. It’s downright infectious, really. At 4 years old, my daughter is 39″ tall, making her still too small for most of the rides. But every few months we make the 45-minute pilgrimage from Los Angeles to Anaheim because, for her, it’s all about meeting the characters.
When she was 2, it was all about Mickey and Minnie. I remember her repeating over and over again for days, “I meet Mickey! Mommy, he talked to me.” When she was 3, it was Tinkerbell and Rosetta who had her heart. We imagined that we were shrinking down to fairy size as we stood in line for Pixie Hollow, and it was true magic to watch it all come to life for my sweet girl.
Now, at 4, it’s the princesses. Queen Elsa. Ariel, Cinderella, Rapunzel, and, most of all, Belle. So it seemed like the perfect time to kick-off our Disney winter escapades with a princess-studded lunch at Ariel’s Grotto in California Adventure. This was an epic day for these two 4-year-old girls (my daughter, Dee, and her friend Bella) to them, the princesses are true royalty, and they couldn’t believe that so many of them took time out of their day to talk to them. Seriously. Magic.