{"id":33154,"date":"2007-07-18T14:51:02","date_gmt":"2007-07-18T14:51:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/07\/18\/when-im-four\/"},"modified":"2007-07-18T14:51:02","modified_gmt":"2007-07-18T14:51:02","slug":"when-im-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/07\/18\/when-im-four\/","title":{"rendered":"When I&#8217;m Four"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of weeks before N&#8217;s 3rd birthday, I took him and his brother down to the Animal Kingdom for a day of fun. Actually, we hadn&#8217;t planned on going to the Animal Kingdom, but that&#8217;s <a title=\"Set Up\" href=\"http:\/\/www.seminolechronicle.com\/vnews\/display.v\/ART\/2007\/06\/28\/4682feafcee53\" target=_blank>another story<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>One of the best things about the Animal Kingdom is the Lion King show. It is easily the most entertaining live performance in all of Disney, which is saying a lot. We haven&#8217;t been to the Animal Kingdom in several months, but it used to be the first thing we did whenever we went there. <\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately, a week prior to this particular trip the boys had gone with their mom (*) and N had gotten scared during the show. He really didn&#8217;t want to go back. He discussed this calmly in the car on the way down, saying things like &#8220;we don&#8217;t have to see the Lion King show. No. I&#8217;ll see it when I&#8217;m three. We don&#8217;t have to go.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So we didn&#8217;t go to the Lion King show. He was, after all, going to be seeing it when he was three. Later on, however, the boys discovered that there was a movie inside the Tree of Life. They both really wanted to go. I vaguely remembered that it was scary and warned them, but they wanted to go anyway.<\/p>\n<p>Big mistake. It&#8217;s a Disney 3-D movie with the works: moving statues that pop out around the theater, surprising squirts of water, even puffs of odor timed to coincide with the show. C held his own pretty well, but N was absolutely terrified. He clung to me with his face buried in my shoulder for the last half of the show.<\/p>\n<p>After we got out, I apologized to them, explaining that I didn&#8217;t know just how scary it was going to be. C, of course, wanted to go back and do it again. N was less enthusiastic, but more gracious: &#8220;That&#8217;s okay, Daddy. Maybe I&#8217;ll try it again when I&#8217;m four.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Four?&#8221; I asked. &#8220;Not Three?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No. Four.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Okay,&#8221; I said. &#8220;We&#8217;ll do the Lion King show when you&#8217;re three and the Tree show when you&#8217;re four.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Or five,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Maybe six. How about when I&#8217;m six?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That was fine with me.<\/p>\n<p><em><font size=2>[* Writer&#8217;s Note: Just in case you think J and I are avoiding each other. She took them to the park on a week day as a special treat before she started a week of working at a day camp. I stayed home with them during that week, and that&#8217;s when we ended up going down.]<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of weeks before N&#8217;s 3rd birthday, I took him and his brother down to the Animal Kingdom for a day of fun. Actually, we hadn&#8217;t planned on going to the Animal Kingdom, but that&#8217;s another story. One of the best things about the Animal Kingdom is the Lion King show. 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