I love the mouse. I'm sorry if you aren't a fan, but it's my jam.
So we're driving over the grape vine, when I notice: hey, my throat is a little sore. Maybe I'm allergic to LA (yakno, with all the smog and stuff). But never you mind, we are on our way to D-land. By five o'clock on the day of Disney, it was clear: I have a cold.
We had a blast. When asked what her favorite part was, my daughter said "Meeting the princesses!" So that was totally worth it. After getting off Big Thunder Roller coaster, she said "Well, if we can't go meet more princesses [fantasyland closes for the fireworks], then we need to get on a roller coaster!"
Yup, that's my daughter, inadvertently summing up my life. So, words of wisdom from a five year old.
And just one picture, because, like I told Marry Poppins as I was taking the picture, I wish I was the one in it!
|Practically perfect in every way.|
(someday, I'm going to go to Disneyland with my own autograph book and take pictures with all of my favorite princesses)