That's very kind of you.
I guess my other point is, cries of "that's unfair, they shouldn't get to go more often than regular guests" really just disappoint me. The cynical side of me wants to say: Tell you what, I'll trade you. You get to ride Star Tours three times in an hour, and I get to have a son who will grow up, move out, get married, have kids of his own, and lead a long and fulfilling life. Because I'm here to tell you, baring a dramatic medical breakthrough my life is pretty much going to be taking care of my now-adult son day in and day out for decades to come, until the day that I get too old and frail to care for myself, let alone Ben. Some day I am going to die, and Ben is still going to be physically perfectly healthy, and he won't understand why I am gone and he has to go live with total strangers. I will never have grandchildren. Ben will never live independently. Most of his life is a minute-to-minute struggle against a world he simply cannot understand. So forgive me if I do not feel any pangs of guilt when, for a few hours every now and then, I get to see my son experience pure and unbridled joy by going on a theme park attraction. If that's abusing the system, then pardon me while I abuse the hell out of the system at every possible opportunity.