Oh, what a fun day! There were lots of lines, but the Brookelets handled it all fabulously--no meltdowns at all. We took a break around lunch to head back to the hotel to cool down and re-charge, and then we went back to the park until we could hardly walk anymore and just did not care if we missed the rest of the rides. Good times.
|Dumbo Ride. Now that's joy.|
|Monkeyboy was SPEECHLESS when we took him to see Captain America.|
|Heading back to the shuttle.|
It's so funny to me how satisfying it is to me to say that I've now taken my kids to Disneyland. I remember, during my childhood in Canada, talking with my school chums about Disneyland and how American kids must have so much fun all the time because they were able to go to Disneyland every summer because it was so close to all of them. Now that I have children, and they are very much American, I feel like I carry a subconscious "to-do" list for their childhoods, which included taking them to Disneyland. Complete! (Other random items on that list include Mt. Rushmore, Gettysburg, and Washington DC. My understanding of American childhood "necessities" has been completely informed by 1950's era advertising.)