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Last week we took the kid to Disneyland; spent most of Thursday and all of Friday and at least $350 at the Magic Kingdom. It was his first time, and by all accounts (namely, him asking us about 54349 times a day if we can “go Dinnyland again!”) he had a swell time. Now that I’m significantly recovered – the nightmares have stopped, and I’m no longer holed up in the closet mumbling things like “I saw a snail crawl along the edge of a straightrazor…” – I can share details of the trip with you all.

Here we are at the outset of our two-day adventure, happier than Porky Pig in shit. Yeah, I know he’s Warner Brothers, but you feel me.