Was in California last week visting the parents (sunny Southern California was anything but sunny - it was downright dreary, and don't just take my word for it, that's what the weather guy on the LA TV station called it). Anyway, we decided that this was the perfect opportunity to give my kids that oh-so-required rite of passage all children are supposed to enjoy - Disneyland.

Now, I'd never been to Disneyland, only DisneyWorld, but I expected it to be just like I remembered the park in Florida. Maybe it's true that things look bigger to you when you're a child, but the whole place just seemed less than imposing to me. The castle in FL is definitely grander, no Sleeping Beauty would be caught dead (or sufficiently poisoned by her evil stepmother or whatever) in the little castle in Aneheim.

Granted, it was spring break, but I must say that there isn't much I'd stand in line for 45 minutes to do - no less take a 30 second ride on Dumbo's back. But I did. And I also waited 45 minutes for a 1.2 minute train ride. And another 45 minutes for a 45 second tea cup ride. And, of course, over an hour for lunch. My kids, who complain if there's a single person ahead of us in the line at Target, were horrified at first, but after plunging down and up and around the Matterhorn, they got over it. And at the end of the day they got their $40 worth of stuffed Disney animals and I got to finally rid myself of the guilt I experienced every time they used to ask me, "Why haven't we ever been to Disney?"