I’m not sure if it’s a law in your state, but I think here it’s legally considered child abuse not to take your kids to Disneyland before age 15. So, to avoid a nasty legal battle and the risk of my children being whisked away by Child Protective Services, we’re biting the magic bullet and taking the whole crew to Disneyland this week. (And the San Diego Zoo, where if my childhood memory serves, is actually hotter than the surface of the sun).

Sure, I’m trying to finish revising my 2nd Book. Sure my agent is busy hammering out a new contract. But darn it, the siren call of the Little Mermaid will not be denied. Or was it Ursula the Sea-witch?

Plus it’ll be fun to see the place as an adult. The last time I was there they actually had tickets for rides (remember those E tickets?) and I was vaguely frightened of Mickey Mouse. Now my wife has planned out each day using RideMax, and there’s an entire theme-park across the street geared toward teens, featuring: Mr. Toad’s Emo Ride and Minnie’s Texting Adventure. Plus Goofy is all tatted up and Snow White has a fierce eyebrow piercing, so that should be fun.