Making connections
After telling Henry that we were going to go to Disneyland for my birthday this year, I asked him if he remembered the beginning of Pirates of the Caribbean where you float past the restaurant. He said he did, so I asked him if he'd like to eat there. He said, emphatically, "No!" Confused, I asked him why not. He answered, "Duh, plastic food!" as though I was some kind of idiot for considering eating at the fake-restaurant-scene at the beginning of Pirates of the Caribbean.
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