So, I finally picked up a copy of the 2007 edition of the Unofficial Guide today. I have to say, I was one seriously proud papa when I turned to page 481 and found the following paragraph:
I was so pleased that when I bought the book, I had to turn to that page again and show it to the cashier who rang it up and say, "That's my kid!"
Ben has had a rough year, spending more than five weeks in the hospital with acute pancreatitis. In retrospect, we know he had to have been in gut-wrenching pain for at least five months before landing in the hospital but was unable to tell us. After he got out, it took at least a month for him to really recover and get his strength back.
We knew he was fully recovered when he said one day, "Take a tram! Take a monorail! Go see Snow White!!"
To Len Testa and everyone else from the Guide who had lunch with us that day last year, thank you so much for a memorable afternoon. Ben still has the t-shirt you gave him, and we think you folks every time we are in the park. (Especially when we are on the TTA and hear the "Paging Mr. Morrow..." announcement.)
In 2005 we had the good fortune to experience Snow White with Ben, an autistic tyke who, with his family, has seen the attraction more than eleven hundred times. His parents -- far better people than us -- stay sane by thinking of ways to redesign the attraction each time through.
I was so pleased that when I bought the book, I had to turn to that page again and show it to the cashier who rang it up and say, "That's my kid!"
Ben has had a rough year, spending more than five weeks in the hospital with acute pancreatitis. In retrospect, we know he had to have been in gut-wrenching pain for at least five months before landing in the hospital but was unable to tell us. After he got out, it took at least a month for him to really recover and get his strength back.
We knew he was fully recovered when he said one day, "Take a tram! Take a monorail! Go see Snow White!!"
To Len Testa and everyone else from the Guide who had lunch with us that day last year, thank you so much for a memorable afternoon. Ben still has the t-shirt you gave him, and we think you folks every time we are in the park. (Especially when we are on the TTA and hear the "Paging Mr. Morrow..." announcement.)
