Heartbreak: it’s genetic.
After a long day at EPCOT, we’re waiting for IllumiNations to start. My 5-year old son, Nick, was dancing to the pre-show music. Soon two girls joined him. One really liked his souvenir “light-up-spinny-thing.” The three kids had a blast.
In the crush after the show, Nick was unable to say goodbye. While I’m carrying him on my shoulders back to the exit, my very overtired son starts crying, looks into his “light-up-spinny-thing” and declares “I’ll think of HER every time I see this light!!!”
I realized then that someday some girl is going to break my son’s heart.
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