Family Bites from Disneyland

Now that we have season passes to the Happiest Place on Earth, we go as often as humanly possible. Here’s what we said during our trip this week. Cast Members: Me, Michael, Elizabeth, Samantha, Grandma, and Grandpa. (I’ll let you guess who said what.)

“Can you turn off my hat? I want to go to bed.”

“Hi, front desk? I think you gave me the sex room...”

“I wanna get out of here!” (said in the Tiki Room, the Honey I Shrunk the Audience Theater, the lobby of the Bugs Life Theater, and on a roller coaster)

“You’re not allowed to ride any more rides until you PEE!”

“We have to get the car washed -- there’s throw-up on top of it.”

“Daddy is lonely all by himself,” ...in that nice, big bed.

“Where’d Grandpa go?”

“I lost my hat on the Matterhorn!”

“I want to live at Disneyland.”

“I’m banging your vagina!" (Said while standing in a crowded line for the Peter Pan ride)

“Disneyland really is a happy place.” You betcha.

And finally:

“Did you know that some kids in your class have never even been to Disneyland?”

“Well, I’ve never been to Legoland.”

So there.

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