In a post designed to make your blood boil dry comes a story about Disney World: a place where dreams really do come true—that is, assuming you're wealthy enough to hire a “disabled” guide to skip all those pesky waiting lines.
For real. An article in Huffington Post let the cat out of the bag about a “black market Disney guide.” Yes, there's an adult 'on the inside' whose use of a motorized scooter allows certain minted families to jump the queue by taking advantage of the theme park's disabled privilege.
The Huffington Post article seeks to find a silver lining in a story that will disgust families with genuinely disabled members. Will this trickery lead to increased acceptance of the "lucky people in wheelchairs"? I'm decidedly more jaded than to think that.
I have no words. And yet, as I rest my head each night, a single word resounds and fills me with hope: karma. Karma, baby.
Disney has been in the parenting news quite a bit this week. Have you seen Princess Merida's new look?
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