I left the kids with my mom/Kate/Liz/Toots/the rest of the village, and left for Los Angeles. I had to wait in the airport for a couple of hours for Nick to show up. When I saw that he was wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt, I took it as a sign that he was finally conceding that Disneyland was going to be fun.
We rented a car, had dinner at the LA Farmer's Market (where we totally got hosed for parking,) then tucked ourselves in at our motel across the street from Disneyland.
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