Back from, well, vacation, I guess it's called. Mouse House was as expected; dripping with irony and plastic. The Boy, though he enjoyed himself immensely, found no ride other than the train desirable. Most of them were "scary" and so he was content to sit in the stroller and watch his sister spin and loop and fly by. The Goofy/Pluto/Donald pals were anything but; "NOOOOO! Make them stop," being his general response when they approached. Kind of mine, as well. It was Disneyland.
In the above image, the boy is hiding under my arm, screaming in terror.
I'm sure I will reference more of the experience in the coming weeks. Like roughage, it will take some time to digest. Just having a difficult time returning to blog mode.
1 comment:
wait a minute...are you Kevin Costner?
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