“We leave on Friday for Disney World,” said the GAP. They’d been planning the vacation for three years. “Do you want to come over and see the kids before we leave?”
“Of course,” I answered. There would be so much I would miss out on in ten days.
“Yaya come with us,” said the Mouse. Constant parks, trust me, not for the amusement of grandparents who had done Disneyland, Knott’s Berry Farm, 6 Flags Magic Mountain, and SeaWorld a gazillion times, was not going to happen.
“Hey, Bug,” I said, “I heard you did your minute report today teaching the class how to do magic and you got 16 out of 16. Can you do it again for me?”
“Sure,” he said. He grabbed his blue pedestal and red ball. He took the bed ball from the pedestal and placed it in his pocket. “Clap once,” he instructed. The Worm obeyed and clapped once. He lifted the cap and the ball was gone. “Now clap twice,” he said. Again the Worm obeyed. He lifted the cap and the ball magically appeared. He took another thirty seconds to explain how the magic happened.
When they get back from their trip, I’ll clap twice and maybe they’ll be able to share with me the magic of the Magic Kingdom.
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I’ve never quite understood adults who choose to go to theme parks even when they don’t have kiddies in tow, but I will happily go with my grandkids most any time.