Monday, January 26, 2004
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Like every good Floridian capitalist, I have paid into the tourism juggernaut that is Disney with seasonal passes, allowing myself to be bombarded with merchandise and overprices food in the name of quality family entertainment ;) Sadly, after just one day, my son has been brainwashed by the subliminal messages of the Disney marketing system, and repeated Mickey like a mantra every time he saw his likeness. And at WDW, there is definitely a Stalin-like cult of personality going on - one cannot take two steps without seeing Mickey's head everywhere.
The plus side is that I finally found me child's maximum level of fun for one day: three hours on the interstate, an international airport, a flock of sandhill cranes, two buses, one train, one tram, one monorail, two teacups, one Mickey, and one twenty minute wait for a Dumbo ride. After that, he is out like a light - not even fireworks can wake him up! So I guess any time I need to make him fall asleep, I just have get in the car, and 11 1/2 hours later, voila!
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