I like to try and plan 1-on-1 time with each of my kids when I can. While we have annual passes at Disney, our nights usually involve a trip to Magic Kingdom. We always have fun riding the rides they want, getting fun snacks, and staying out really late!

This particular night was with my 6-year old son, Cameron.

We were having a great time in spite of being drenched by the rain. Our evening was nearing an end. There were only a few rides left to hit. Tomorrowland Speedway was the first of them.

Since Cameron can’t reach the pedal, that’s my job. He does the steering. He’s actually gotten pretty good at it. Not the same whip lash experience I get when his sister drives.

As we rounded the first corner we had to slow to a crawl. Then eventually a stop. Four cars up I could see a dad getting that whip lash experience I know so well. I have to say I felt bad for him! He was in the car with 2 little ones. I could tell they were steering (or trying to). He had to stop the car out of self defense! They kept banging the rails over and over again.

After a few seconds they were on the move again. It wasn’t long before his neck needed a break again and we had to stop once more. Since there was no one behind us I decided to stay stopped for a few minutes and try to let them get ahead of us a bit. My hope was we’d be able to continue driving through to the end.

It didn’t help. The next time we came up on them and had to stop, Cameron lost it!

Screaming: “Oh my god! What the heck is going on here?” His hands fly off the steering wheel and into the air. “Why do they have to keep stopping?” He sighs with great disgust. “Why can’t we just keep driving? I hate being on here with people that don’t know how to drive!”

I was glad the car engines were loud and no one could hear him. A 6-year old should really not have this much aggression and stress. Come on, we were at the happiest place on earth!

So I tried once more to sit and wait until the 4 cars ahead of us were almost out of sight before we started moving again. He at least got to drive the last half of the ride without stopping.

They say kids are always watching you. Isn’t that the truth! When you least expect it you have little eyes taking it all in. Sometimes it comes back to bite you. Well I certainly got a good look in the mirror. I guess I’m going to start working on my own road rage!