My Dear Sister is obsessed with the concept of a distant land called Disneyland, where princesses abound, there are rides that tell stories, and throngs of people go to enjoy them. I find little enjoyment in the thought of this place, as I see no need for any more princesses besides us, nor any reason to see any more commoners than necessary. As for the rides, however, I have enough at home. Take the Spinny Chair (or what Mommy and Daddy affectionately call "The Ugly Plaid Chair") for example. I could spin in this thing forever. Sometimes My Dear Sister will spin me by myself, and sometimes Mommy or Daddy will spin us together. Either way, it is a source of endless joy.
In unrelated news, I vomited shortly after this.
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