One fine spring day, we went to Disneyland with Dad (a.k.a. Grandpa Percy), Megan (“Aunt Megan”), and Perry (“Uncle Perry”).
We hung out on Main Street.
We drank coffee and ate cake pops.We posed in front of the train station.We saw the world through small eyes.We waited for fireworks, but if I remember correctly, they got canceled “due to winds at high elevations…”(But that’s OK, it just gave us time for pictures.)
Funny, it looks like the person in the background is wearing the same shoes as Adelaide.
And, y’know, we did a lot of rides and shows ‘n’ stuff.
On the last morning, we went to breakfast at the Original Pancake House.
We waited and read the menu.We waited and picked dandelions.
We waited and drank non-dairy creamers.
We waited and Kyle played the guitar and sang.
We waited and played in the grass…
…rolling down hills……and walking back up, hand-in-hand.
Finally, we got a booth.
There were clouds in my coffee.
Not pictured: Swedish pancakes, German pancakes, buttermilk pancakes, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, and an omelette.
We took a group photo with a self timer.
Then, we hit the road.