She Said My 13-Year-Old Didn’t Belong at the Table—Thanksgiving Didn’t End the Way She Expected

and stared at Cinderella Castle, his mouth slightly open.

“It’s bigger than I thought,” he finally whispered.

We rode Space Mountain three times because there was no one to complain about doing the same ride repeatedly. We ate Dole Whip and let it drip down our hands. We watched the parade from the curb, and Max waved enthusiastically at every character,continue reading …