A visit to Los Angeles isn’t complete without a trip to Disneyland. I love it, the kids love it, everyone loves it…who wouldn’t?
I don’t/can’t ride on everything, well okay, I don’t/can’t ride on too many things, all right, I admit it, I hardly ever ride on anything. I can manage Dumbo, because sitting in an elephant is easy, and the Mad Hatter’s Tea party because it’s obviously comfortable in a giant teacup. Anything higher or bumpier than that just makes me feel awful. And yes, I have to take something when I fly, or sail, and I can’t even sit in the back seat of a car.
We were in a hurry to get…well everywhere.
We had to meet Minnie.
And the other characters.
And L.J couldn’t possibly miss having a daring adventure.
And then, naturally, a hug with Pinocchio’s Daddy was in order.
Moving right on to…
Where O.W was fascinated by very unrealistic looking elephants, monkeys, headhunters even. But it looks awesome when you view the world through three year old eyes.
The quote of the day came from five year old L.J when she saw this…
“Now that’s what I’m talking about. That’s ‘xactly what I’m talking about.” And O.W. not to be outdone, said “yes, me too.” There are no photos of their ride, I couldn’t even watch.
No day at Disney is complete without a lot of sugar.
I didn’t mention the face painting did I? If it’s there L.J must have it. O.W not so much.
Aside from the amazing joy we all have watching these little sprites have so much fun, I love Disney because the loos are always so clean. I’m not kidding, its really important when you’re somewhere for five hours…and you’re a fusspot like me!
And I love looking at the happy relaxed faces of almost every person I see. Are furrowed brows illegal in the Magic Kingdom? Perhaps fairy tales never get old. Whatever the reason, any place that puts a smile on the faces of the vast majority of forty thousand visitors or so that they have each day gets a thumbs up from me.