My granddaughter went to Disney World. It is pretty much a dream come true for her, and the pictures of her with storybook princesses warmed those of us left behind. 

 

John and I took our kids there, back when we lived in Florida, and the system was paper tickets. The carousel needed an A, and the Matterhorn required an E. At least that is my memory after forty years. Entrance to the park included a pack of them, and it took a whole day to use them up. 

 

As chance would have it, we moved to Los Angeles four years later and Disneyland became our playground. Residents were eligible for a discount price, and it made sense to buy a year round pass. 

 

I made a deal with a toy company called Magic Cabin to supply them with a hundred doll quilts. It was rough, because they kept pushing met to improve the quality without raising the price they paid me, which was less than I get now for an hour of teaching sewing. Each quilt took me six hours to complete, even as I attempted assembly line piecing. I learned without a shadow of a doubt that I am not cut out for cutting out a hundred doll quilts. But it did finance a few trips to Disney for my family. Which is what I kept reminding them as I ignored them for a month. 

 

I suppose parents are all on the hunt for that special way to put a smile on their kids' faces. Rather like our Heavenly Father.