We had what I thought was perfect weather for a day at Disney -- warm enough to wear shorts but not oppressively hot. But poor Bryn seemed to be uncomfortably hot -- her face was bright pink, and we worried that she might be over heating. We sought to find a cool place to rest, and having been up late the night before, she fell asleep while riding piggyback to the air-conditioned Hall of Presidents. I grabbed a quick hot dog for lunch, and by the time I came back, Bryn was alert and ready to move on. We ventured back to Dumbo, which she had ridden in December. This line, which lasted 45 minutes, was the longest of the day, and by the time we had finished, it was time to head back to Main Street for the big parade, which we had missed during our last trip.