The ducks, you see...
We went to Disneyland for three days last weekend. Despite all being sick, and despite them (once again) making Space Mountain suck so hard a 4-year-old-was-disappointed (Caspian enjoyed it last year with the star effect; this year with the rock lighting he though it was lame), we had fun. There are lots of good tales to share from this year. For example, on the last day (ever?) for Tom Sawyer Island , he spent 40 minutes in the tree-house, hanging out and making friends. (Su was sick down by the millhouse. I was at the base of the tree-house relaxing in the shade.) Last year I obsessed a bit over the sheer age of some of the rides - Su and I like to look at how worn the wood handrails are on some of the classic rides, after decades of hands rubbing the softer wood away. This year I confess I had a bit of a "how did that fit that in here?" fetish going on about the Pirates of the Caribbean (which was closed last year!). It's just huge! (Tangent: IMHO, adding a touch of