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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Thanks, Emmett.