There are Cousins Everywhere!

 We have a lot of pics of the cousins having fun at the park! Yesterday was a sample. Today we have the main course.  Here we go!

We have to get in the way-back machine for this one! I'm not 100% where we are standing, but we were all a lot younger back when this was taken!

Somehow we managed to get all of these kids to stand near each other long enough for someone to snap this pic. I don't know how we did it, but we did.

This one isn't exactly cousins, just siblings.  But I bet at least one person who reads this is a cousin of the two kids in this pic. This was taken in the Tree House, of course. I like the boat in the background and I REALLY like the Big Thunder mountain peak back there too.

Speaking of a long time ago, how about this pic from the beach?  This was taken a long time ago, like maybe 9 years ago.  Whew!

Here's another fun one of the cousins in line for the Buzz Lightyear ride. 

Hot tub time at the Sonesta Hotel we stayed at that one time. You remember that time?

Indiana Jones line. Two enthusiastic thumbs up!

I think most all of the cousins like the Matterhorn!

I know I have shared this picture multiple times on this blog, but there's a good reason for it.  It's fun!

Last one. Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.

Now for the long story:

Churros at Last!

The family’s sugar cravings were far from satisfied, and when they spotted a churro cart near the Haunted Mansion, they knew what had to be done.

“Finally!” Steve said, already digging into his wallet. “The churro gods have smiled upon us.”

The golden, cinnamon-sugar-dusted treats were passed around, and the family fell into a hushed reverence. Each bite was pure bliss.

“These churros…” Trevor began, taking a huge bite, “are better than gold. Better than credits in Star Wars. Better than—”

“Don’t say better than honey or Pooh might come for you,” Julene interrupted, with a wink.

“I mean, I think we could make some money selling these in Hundred Acre Wood,” Kevin said between bites. “Pooh would be our number one customer.”

“They charge, what, six bucks for one of these?” Zac said, incredulous. “At this rate, I’ll need to take out a loan just to get another one.”

“Churro-flation,” Scot sighed. “Next thing you know, we’ll need a churro mortgage.”

Lissa, holding her churro like a prized possession, said, “This is why you have to savor each bite. Stretch it out for as long as possible. Like fine dining.”

Gage, already finishing his, leaned back. “Or just eat five of them.”

Kaiden tried to look serious. “We should invest in churros. Start our own churro empire.”

"Yeah," Roman added. "We’ll call it the ‘Churro of Life.’ You eat one, and your whole world changes."

“Well, churros have changed my life,” Mandy chimed in, licking the cinnamon-sugar off her fingers. “It’s like a theme park in a stick.”

After they’d had their fill, Steve surveyed the group and nodded toward Haunted Mansion.

“We’re here. We’ve got churros. Let’s go meet some ghosts.”