Did you know that at Disneyland, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, it snows soap fluff on Main Street? (At least I hope it was soap. Something similar, anyway.) And did you know that Small World now blows bubbles at you when you get to the underwater room? And that the Winnie-the-pooh ride continues to have that terrifying part where you go through Pooh’s very loud, very bright nightmare about heffalumps and woozles?

Ask me how I know.

Oh yes. We loaded up the kids for a day of Disney yesterday. (Said Owen afterwards, “What IS a Disney, anyway?” Interesting question.)

We hadn’t been in years. Sadie had never been at all. And we maybe didn’t do enough to prepare her for a day of giant plush characters and rides, though I’m not sure how you can ever adequately prepare anyone for that. She loved the rides, right up until they stopped. Lines, she was not a fan of. Sitting in the stroller: also not a fan. Wearing her sweater: not interested. At the characters, she would yell: “You can’t take my daddy! You can’t have my Owen! You not touch my Audrey!” and etcetera, until we took our picture and walked away. Other than that, a good time was had by all. Including, presumably, by the vendors who cheerfully collected our $21 for fresh fruit and a bottle of water. That is some kind of magic right there.