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Yesterday was Day 3 of the Unified Savages (Abenaki and Cherokee) assault on Schloss Disney, in the Heimat of Heimats, Anaheim in Orange County. Rides were taken, sweatshirts traded for bits of paper, and burgers, fries, and salads sampled, and in the middle of the day, between the unrestrained joys of grape and shot cannonade and pillage with Pirates of the Caribbean (some of it filmed last winter near Jalama Beach) and the fear and trembling of Thunder Mountain railroad, we stopped to take in the Nightmare Before Christmas re-working of the Haunted Mansion standard bill of fright ...

And Jonah turned at the handicapped entrance and said to me " I do not like the Haunted Mansion."

That was enough for me, so he had fries with MB, who with Grace and Sam and Kezzie had caught the ghouls on Day 1 of the Unified Savages assault on Schloss Disney, when Jonah and I were doing a bit of extra piracy.

Sam's first vocalization post-Autism-onset was at Disney in 2001 when he saw Mickey. This was Jonah's first unprompted complete verbal appropriate no, and it made my day.