The happiest place on Monday

There are two life rules that've served me pretty well. Always avoid the 5 freeway, and never go to Disneyland on a weekend or holiday.

But since today was neither, I decided it was the perfect time to carpé Mickey.

My kids were out of school today. Some kind of teachers conference or something. Anyway, since my wife is an administrator at their school, she was off as well. And since I'm a freelancer, well, need I say more? So, a Monday. The family's together. Everyone else is in school. Not a holiday.

It was go time for Disneyland.

There really is something magical about maneuvering through the park without being bumped by thousands of sweaty tourists wearing mouse ears and doing their impression of sardines. The ability to just walk into a ride and get on it without waiting is definitely worth the price of admission.

Even the price of admission is worth the price of admission. We have the Deluxe Southern California Resident passes. Which means we can just jump in the car on a whim - as long as our whim isn't on a blackout day - and drive on over to the Magic Kingdom.

We didn't spend the whole day there. Just the afternoon. We hit about five line-free rides, had some ice cream, and called it a day. If it were this easy all the time, we'd be there all the time.

The other thing about being there when the park isn't so crowded is that it gives you the chance to notice things you might not otherwise see. My wife was waiting while we went on one of the rides. As she waited, she saw the Mr. Incredible character (or as I like to call him, the other Mr. Incredible) interact with an obviously mentally challenged younger child. The character stared into the child's eyes, and the child stared back. Then Mr. Incredible got down on his knee, right in front of the child, and held his hand up. The child smiled and touched Mr. Incredible's hand.

On another, busier day, swarmed with screaming children wanting their picture taken with him, Mr. Incredible wouldn't have had the time to give to the child my wife saw today.

But on a slow Monday at Disneyland, obviously, that's where the real magic is.