Is this a "Never ask how the sausage is made..." moment, with the pictures?
Anyway, the Magical Kingdom is basically Disneyland on steroids. Or supersized.
The parks are mostly the same, only the scale is different. The castle in Anaheim is almost the same as Orlando. In Florida its bigger, but you can't walk through it---they have a stage set up to prevent:
In reality, it's the castle at Neuschwanstein looked straight on.
Anyway, check it out, a Shakespeare joke in Tomorrowland:
We rode our send-in-a-row shoot-em-up ride based on Toy Story characters, and then jumped on Small World, where I was hypnotized by the engineering:
We finally got to ride a roller coaster, and I use the qualifier "finally" for Cass and not myself, as it had been one of my missions to get him on a roller coaster. We rode the Snow White coaster, which was really a Seven Dwarves coaster, and he loved the stuffing out of it.
We waited in line for nearly thirty whole minutes for the Haunted Mansion, and afterwards Cass asked repeatedly at the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, "This one not scary?"
"No, boy, this one is very cool," I must have answered a hundred times.
The picture above was from dinner, and a few minutes before those glasses were broken. Forever. We had ourselves a moment.
Afterwards, as the family contemplated the fireworks show after having ridden the People Mover (a ride that no longer exists at the park in Anaheim) Cass and I headed back to the Pop Century.
The Boy got his own seat while I stood. A nice mom next to him eventually let him rest his (sleeping) head on her bag. The rest of the fam got to see a spectacular show.
They made it back to the Pop Century closer to midnight than to nine...
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