We’ve stayed at the Polynesian Resort three times when we went to Disney World. The same thing happens every time we walk into the room. The Man-Child runs to the day bed and stakes out his territory. I swear if he was a dog he’d mark it.
The first time we stayed at the Polynesian Resort, he claimed the day bed for his own, and set up his nest. It’s been his ever since.
What’s really amazing, the last time we stayed there, The Man-Child was over 6 feet tall, and still wanted the day bed, even though he was really too big for it. The Princess tried to claim it, and give The Man-Child the bigger queen bed, but he growled at her, and let her know in no uncertain terms that the day bed was his.
This is a great thing for the family. From the time he was little the Man-Child, bless his heart, has slept in the dead middle of the bed. This is only a problem if you have to sleep with him, like Dad usually does when we travel.
The day beds at the Polynesian Resort are just another of the hundred things that make it Dad’s favorite Disney World hotel.