How I got to Disneyland

Some of you may be wondering how I convinced Bill to go to Disneyland
before the girls were 5, 7, or even 10 years old. It was really quite
simple and it went something like this:

Me: I want to take the girls to Disneyland.
Bill: I think they're too young.
Me: I don't. There's a ton of stuff for toddlers to do there, and
they'd have so much fun.
Bill: they're too young to really understand and have that look of total
anticipation and wonder in their eyes.

Repeat this conversation adnauseum in various formats over a matter of
months and it was beginning to look hopeless. I was pretty stuck.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Bill asks me what I'd be willing to bargain
to go.
I sputter, "I don't know" because I'm so shocked.
He says, "How about a threesome with Jessica Rabbit?"
I say, "The real Jessica Rabbit (as in the cartoon character)?"
And he says, "Yes."

And so the deal was struck.