Disneyland is a strange place. I’m not big into Disney–Like those ladies who have a Goofy sweatshirt for every holiday. But when I saw Mickey atop a float banging on drums my heart skipped a beat. Disneyland is special.
It’s different there. You do things you wouldn’t normally do. Like, say, eat an entire smoked turkey leg caveman style and then pick your teeth with its rigid tendons. Or, perhaps, feel slighted when Brer Fox blows off your daughter for twins in Belle costumes. Who do you think you are, Brer Fox? Not some A-lister who can afford to alienate his fans, that’s for sure.
The atmosphere at Disneyland opens you up to new experiences. I learned a lot during our sojourn there.
Parenting lessons learned from Disneyland, after the jump.
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