Aww, kid...

True story from my commute to work this morning -- I was sitting on the OCTAbus (being the metro-man that I am), and there was a mom and this little kid wearing a mouse hat sitting behind me. As we're driving down Harbor Blvd, I heard the kid say:

"Hey mom... aren't we going past Disneyland?"

I froze -- there were so many mean/funny things to say that I couldn't pick one. It was like what happens when I walk inside the Sweet Factory at the mall. ("Quick! I need a bigger bag!!") My stop was next, and I got off the bus without saying anything. But it wasn't because I took the high road... there really were just too many choices, and I got overwhelmed:

1) "Aww, kid... you must not have heard -- Disneyland burned down last night. I'm so sorry."
2) "Actually you missed the Disneyland bus... this is the bus to the public library. But don't worry, we're having a workshop on how to write book reports today!"
3) "They're not going to let you in dressed like that, bucko... the new dress code just went into effect last week. There's a viewing area though, so you can watch your mom on the rides from outside."
4) "Listen kid, Mickey had a really rough night last night. He went out drinking with Goofy and Pluto to get away from Minnie's nagging. One thing led to another, they wound up in Vegas... trust me, you really should just come back on another day."

And so on. You see my dilemma... what would you have said?? It's got to be mean enough to almost make a kid cry, but outrageous enough to make the parent(s) crack up. Let's hear what ya got, you candy-stealing balloon-popping pediaphobes!