Sign of the Rat

Took the offspring to Le Monde de Disnee this week. A sensory nightmare in a lot of ways, though both of my non-NT kids seemed to do okay with it. Prima noted that she and Secundo had done a personality flipflop: she was being extraordinarily "good" and he was being fairly atrocious. He's also always been the "sensitive" fearful one, but he was the one who wanted to go on Mount Everest, etc.

We used the disability pass, about which I felt guilty. The only time we were in the "disability lane," we were in front of a young man with really loud verbal stims. I started joking with his family a bit: they were very good-humored and commented, "He doesn't do waiting very well." There was another couple with a disabled son who was too scared to go on the ride (child was young and verbal and clearly very anxious), so the parents decided to go. The father seemed frustrated. I was in line with Secundo and felt like an imposter. I consoled myself: with all the money I've spent over the years on therapy and evaluations, this was my cosmic preferred customer discount.

Disn3y was surprisingly accommodating about the pass--there have been Internet warnings/rumors going around about whether they were giving them out anymore, and I was kicking myself that I hadn't contacted ye pediatrician to get documentation before the trip, but basically all I needed was a trip to Town Hall @ Magik Kingdom. I didn't even need to have the kiddoes with me (what would I have done? Have Primera obsess or throw a tantrum on cue? "Honey, perseverate for the nice lady").

The spousal unit commented on the resemblance to North Korea in all the Salute to Walt material. It was all pretty totalitarian, but I was so expecting it that it seemed almost beside the point.