See you real soon
I know lots of people hate Disney World. I am not one of them. I love the total unreality of it. I am not going to defend it, or that I like it: please don’t accuse me of anything. I also like vacationing at real places, I spend far less here than I do anywhere else, blah blah blah.
Well! Now that we have finished “not defending”: a story.
When I was little, we used to go to character breakfasts on a paddleboat at the Disney Village, the Empress Lily. And just after I had learned to write (I think it must have been when we went just as Epcot opened, when I was 4ish), we went to one. They used to give you little certificates that the characters signed, and so I carefully got all the characters to sign it.
Pluto, however, refused to sign: apparently, being a dog, he couldn’t write (because, of course, mice and ducks are well known for their beautiful handwriting). He drew his pawprints (with a pen! come on!) and I was so very irritated that he wouldn’t sign, I carefully printed his name below the pawprint.
In the 20-plus years since, Pluto has learned to write his name.