Out of the Mouth of Ains, part 3

One funny Ainsley-ism before I shut up about Disney World.

On our second Magic Kingdom day, we made a beeline for the Space Orbiter. Ainsley had wanted to ride it the first day, but the lines in the afternoon after we'd hit Fantasyland were too long. It's basically another variation on the Dumbo ride (these variations are all over the parks and just about the only thing 4-year-olds can ride there) but with one exciting twist: the ride is on the roof of another building, so you get to go round and round a lot higher than you do on Triceratop Spin or Dumbo or the Magic Carpet Ride.

As we were going from the park entrance to Tomorrowland, Ainsley kept asking if we were going to ride the "eskimo". "I don't want to ride the eskimo!" she kept saying. We just assumed she meant the "Small World" ride; we had gotten stuck in the last room of that ride the day before (an experience which, if prolonged, would make a really good punishment in hell), and there were those creepy international dolls all around us singing that infernal song, and we had pointed out that some of those dolls were Alaskan eskimos.

Wrong-o! As we got close to the Orbiter, she spied an escalator that takes people to another attraction in that same area. "The eskimo! I don't want to ride the eskimo!"

Ooooh. I see. Escalator. Eskimo.

It's actually an improvement. She used to call them "alligators." As in, "I don't want to get on the alligator!"

No matter what they're called, she's afraid of them.

Think about it next time you're at the mall. Beware the eskimos.