John confessed that he dragged us all over here for this: a fort. It is a parent ride. Kids run around while parents sit. It’s all good.
John comes home
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If only they were so anxious to walk a real one
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Finished with Fantasyland
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Last time here, I was Stella’s age
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Not a thing has changed since mom held my hand and led me through this line. It seems a parental rite of passage to return the favor. Or, is it, inflict that looping song into their long-term memories. Remember it? Sing with me: it’s a small world after all… It’s a small world after all… It’s a small, small, world. (repeat)