Embassy Suites in Garden Grove On An Earlier Trip To Mickeyland

There are times I wish I could read a person's mind, although when I have occasionally expressed that vain point of view, my Annie responds quickly: "No, you wouldn't want that."

Maybe it's the fact that it is between 6:00 and 6:30 a.m., the kitchen area at Embassy Suites in Garden Grove is alive with screaming kids and parents on the verge of screaming.

Or maybe it's just a question of knowing that regardless how tired I look at any point during the day, I will sit in that electric cart and refuse to return to the hotel.

The way I look at it, you're only there once, and to be at Disneyland with grandchildren--regardless how few or how many--is an incredible opportunity. It's like heaven.

But every cloud not only has a silver lining, but occasionally it growls a bit. In the West, it's just a rolling dull sound. In Minnesota it's a crack amid sizzling and popping sounds. But in the South, it's a mixture of a 21 gun shotgun salute and a roar that makes the hair on your neck stand upright.

To hear the sounds of Disney and the scent of cupcakes and churros, I'll put up with silver and whatever.