I had something similar happen to my son at DisneyWorld when he was six and a half. We arrived too early for our hotel room so went straight to the park. Spent all afternoon and evening and when the fireworks ended, he thought we were going home. Like, home- home --- back on the plane.
He burst into tears and cried uncontrollably and I remember sitting on the curb on Main Street, consoling him and trying to explain what a hotel was. Finally, he trusted me enough to leave the park and came with me to the Polynesian Hotel.
Then he realized what it meant.
But every night, he asked, "We go back to the hotel?" And I would say yes, until the last day I couldn't. But I had to promise we'd come back next year. And we did.
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Date: 2010-07-06 01:34 am (UTC)He burst into tears and cried uncontrollably and I remember sitting on the curb on Main Street, consoling him and trying to explain what a hotel was. Finally, he trusted me enough to leave the park and came with me to the Polynesian Hotel.
Then he realized what it meant.
But every night, he asked, "We go back to the hotel?" And I would say yes, until the last day I couldn't. But I had to promise we'd come back next year. And we did.