Disneyland!

I have this wonderful habit of convincing Scott that whenever we are in California we absolutely need to go to Disneyland. Apparently it's much more exciting to the kid who lived far away from Disneyland than the kid who grew up in Southern California an hour away.
Anyhow, we went. And it was FABULOUS.
We met Indians.
I jumped for joy. Repeatedly. This photo is censored for an improved viewing experience. No one needs to realize just how pale my stomach is.
I tried to convince Scott to let us move to the castle.
or Toon Town...
he didn't go for either.
Scott's favorite moments were the following:
#1. When I asked a complete stranger in line at Indiana Jones for hand sanitizer because I saw it poking out of his bag and I had forgotten mine. (for the record, he happily obliged.)
and #2. The following (caught on film)
I told Scott we couldn't leave Disneyland without cotton candy. I had been daydreaming about it for way too long, and what kid leaves an amusement park without pure sugar? Not this one.
Anyhow, when I got to the cart I asked the purveyor to find the biggest bag he has. Because I wasn't going to pay 4.00 for Cotton Candy without getting the absolute most for my money. This led to him pulling out each cotton candy bag, comparing the size, and leaving the biggest ones out for my choosing. I was pleased. Excellent customer service. Taking pity on the poor people who spent their last 4.00 on pure sugar.
Success.
So worth the embarrassment it caused my husband.