Ever since we got back from our LAST Disney trips, the kids have been asking when we’re going to go again. My response? “ehhh, I dunno guys. It’s a lot of money. Maybe we’ll save up and go again in a year or so.”
Truth? I was already planning to take them for their birthdays before school starts. What made it even more perfect is that we found a house we really like and are going to be moving when we’d normally have their birthday party, so pulling that off didn’t seem possible. The trip was even more perfect!
I didn’t tell them, at all, until this morning- the morning we were going to leave- and here is their reaction! (Don’t mind my PJs. It was frickin’ early!)
Every. Single. Time. pic.twitter.com/aAAWWjdrN3
I'm either "I HAVE 3 FRIES LEFT DON'T TOUCH MY PLATE!" or "Please take this so I can't eat any more of it!" There is no in-between.
Dear people writing articles on ways to get siblings to get along, I'll save you the time. The answer is "Don't let them play together"
Please stop Complimenting my kids’ “Good” Behavior goo.gl/fb/rwfojS
Hard pass from me pic.twitter.com/VayvW1eopK
I've gotten to the point where I'd let my kids summon a demon with a Ouija board before I'd let them play Monopoly together again.