Monday, December 12, 2005
Out of the Mouth of Phil
Friday night the family checked into the Anaheim Fantasy Inn & Suites. A nicish place within walking distance from Disneyland that comfortably accomodated twelve people in two 2-room suites (six beds per suite) for less than you'd expect.
Anyhoo, at one point Dina came back to the hotel with a couple bottles of water. One for me. One for her. Phil wanted to know where his was. Upon hearing that Dina didn't get him one, the boy pouted and said, "I don't like dad ... he's stealing my act."
We're not sure what that means exactly (should we page Dr. Freud? an entertainment laywer?), but it's chuckleworthy.
Phil also drew a laugh from our planemates last night. Upon arrival at Eugene he announced "Home, sweet home." Didn't recognize anyone as having been with us on the cruise and/or at Disneyland (and the flight from Phoenix was as troublefree as you could hope), but everyone still seemed glad to be home (at least until the sub-freezing air on the Jetway hit them).
Home, sweet home indeed.
Anyhoo, at one point Dina came back to the hotel with a couple bottles of water. One for me. One for her. Phil wanted to know where his was. Upon hearing that Dina didn't get him one, the boy pouted and said, "I don't like dad ... he's stealing my act."
We're not sure what that means exactly (should we page Dr. Freud? an entertainment laywer?), but it's chuckleworthy.
Phil also drew a laugh from our planemates last night. Upon arrival at Eugene he announced "Home, sweet home." Didn't recognize anyone as having been with us on the cruise and/or at Disneyland (and the flight from Phoenix was as troublefree as you could hope), but everyone still seemed glad to be home (at least until the sub-freezing air on the Jetway hit them).
Home, sweet home indeed.
Mikesell
