Sunday, August 5, 2012
The happiest place on earth
Our first trip to Disney was quite some time ago, when my oldest child was 4. We decided she’d probably want some company, so we brought my niece, also 4 at the time, along. In case, like me, math isn’t your strong suit, that’s two 4 years old plus one 10-hour drive, 50 potty stops, 150 “are we there yets?” and an infinite number of “she’s looking at me!” which totals two very exhausted and frustrated parents.
Of course, all of this vanished as soon as I admitted to my husband that I had gotten east and west mixed up (How did we live without Garmin?) and managed to get us off the toll roads and into the parking lot of the hotel. It was a Doubletree, and we had chosen wisely — a little too wisely, perhaps.
After much pleading and cajoling, I decided that I needed to take it to the next level — threatening.
“OK, girls, this is it! I mean it! Either you come out of that pool, and we go to Disney World, or we get back in the car and go home!” I said.
They scrambled out of the pool, got their towels, looked at me with their cute little faces and said, “OK, let’s go home now.”
And, you know what? That’s OK. Sometimes the Happiest Place on Earth just does that to you.