At last, we’re in the park, but thousands have beaten us there. We plunge into the throng, hustling down Main Street, pausing only when I realize a dad’s job is to record the most pleasant memories of family life, so I shout for all to stop, turn, line up, smile – good, done, now move it.
We used to plan, although not to such details, when we first went there. Now that we've done almost everything we wanted a few times, and that we go to WDW several times a year, our trips are more leisurely with almost no planning other than our dinner reservations. But still, this report is exceedingly hilarious.
Zz.
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