The crummy weather here in NYC and this article about proposed changes to the It's a Small World ride at Disneyworld got me all broody.
I started thinking of my first trip to Disneyworld. I was in the first grade, and my parents kept the whole thing a secret. They woke me up at some god-awful hour, told me we were "going to see the mouse," and the next thing I knew I had locked myself inside the plane's bathroom and couldn't get out. (I was like six...give a kid a break!)
During that trip I must have cycled through the line for Mr. Toad's Wild Ride fifty times. The teacups? Pshaw! Space Mountain? Please! The Haunted Mansion? Whatever! I was there for the toad, and I rode that ride until it broke--literally. Something got stuck. The lights went on. We had to walk out. And...then the magic died.
What's this have to do with cookies? Absolutely nuttin'!