i think we have a problem

like an obsession kinda problem.
a disney obsession. 
like a we-could-go-every-six-months kinda obsession, but show a little restraint and waited eight.

is it because we love to fly a direct flight in the cheap seats?

or is it because 75% of us love the tower of terror?

and 100% of us love to cruise autotopia...

and sort of the smell of orange trees as we soar over california?

or is it because we love looking ridiculous on camera...

or getting so wet you have to wear your hoodie as a skirt?

aidan might say that it is the major gains in personal endurance that get you to come back.

you endure it's a small world for your mom...

and she will endure space mountain for you.

even if that means you have to rub her back while she maintains a fetal position.

nadia might say it is conquering her fear of the ferris wheel...

and tony might say that it is riding california screaming like a stud.

ok. it probably isn't any of those things.

but those things are great... 

and so are monsters...

and awesome grizzly river runs...

and swinging like a maniac...

and shooting the crap out of little light up thingies...

and just being totally cute...

maybe it is the discovering new things that keeps us hooked?

like disneyland's petting zoo! 

which, in case you were wondering, has the cleanest bathroom in all of disneyland.

oh yea,

and things like a dole pineapple whip.

they have some sort of restorative powers that are pretty much unbelievable. 

thank goodness for people like lindsay & karen who let us in on this must have.

but maybe that's it.  the whole shared experience thing.

that magical togetherness of waiting in lines.  not the lines that take an hour and a half in the blazing sun with a whistle blowing kid on one side and a group of ridiculous teens on the other.  but the lines where you people watch and tell stories and play the finger five game and talk about the future and what flavor of ice cream we are going to have for dinner.  those lines that put the four of us in a little pocket of time. 

 and the magical togetherness of brother and sister.

 and daddy-awesomeness. 

 and more togethery-togetherness. 

 sure that familyness can happen anywhere. 

but maybe that is why it's called the happiest place on earth?  because it is lots and lots of families doing that familyness all in the same place and maybe that is what makes it magical and makes us want more the second our feet step back into reality.