Backstory – There’s a Method to the Madness
By Cindy K. Sproles Orlando. Land of the Mouse. It's 25,000 acres of cheese-lined streets, suckers with ears, and hidden Mickeys anywhere you dare to seek them out. When I landed at Sanford Airport (like in the a.m. hours), the first thing that came into view was a large Disney banner just as you walked into the airport. Two families who had boarded ahead of me each had the perfect American family in tow (2.5 children). I know … I'm still trying to figure out how you can .5 a child. But I digress. The point is, Mom and Dad are loaded to the max with two strollers, 2.5 kids (under the age of three), backpacks on everyone, and let's not forget the toddler-sized carry-ons with teeny, tiny hand pulls and wheels the size of fifty-cent pieces. I'm sure those were good thoughts BEFORE they left home but soon became a problem when toddler one refused to pull hers. Thus, inciting toddler two to follow suit, and then Dad had to hold the hand of toddler one, manage a heavy...
