If you know me, you know that I have a theory that every
child should have a magical trip to Disney World when he or she is four or five
years old. I'm not even sure how this
theory developed. I went to Disney when
I was three and then again when I was six, so it' not like this came from
personal experience. However, each of
our children has, indeed, visited Disney World during the "magical age
range", and so now it's Miah's turn.
Because of this, and because it's generally not easy to come up with an
exceptionally interesting blog for the first travel day of a vacation, this
post is mostly going to be about Miah. A
few random stories...
Life as the mother of a very imaginative five year old is
generally a huge blessing. However, I
have gotten myself into some serious trouble with this one, because she has this
idea in her head that since Disney is a place where dreams come true, whatever
she dreams about will happen. She is
planning to dream of a unicorn, tonight, her latest surefire scheme to attain
one. A real one. No number of toy unicorns will do. Does anyone have an extra unicorn?
I'm pretty sure Grace decided to stop being best friends
with Miah when Miah dumped an entire cup of water on Grace's seat... the first time. The second time... well... it wasn't
pretty...
Miah likes cities. She
thought that Dayton looked great, but that it might be a good idea to keep
traveling toward Disney World, anyway. I
have been informed that she is going to live in Atlanta when she grows up, because
it is so pretty... even though it will take me a long time to travel to visit
her.
Let me tell you why.
Miah is covered in "Purple Dinosaur" ice cream. She doesn't care, because she is five. She is simply happy. I love that.
It gets a little trickier when you are 13:
Grace is horrified that she is covered in "Double Chocolate Chunk" ice cream. In fact, this is so embarrassing that she is actually hiding behind the ice cream cone. She did, however, like her shadow today, and because I think she has the cutest shadow ever (so what if I'm her mom), I think you should have the pleasure of seeing it, too.
And then, it gets even worse when you are a 36 year old mom
who took exactly zero minutes to try to look good, this morning, because it is
just a travel day. Except, at some point
it occurred to you that there is a life lesson in this for your 13 year old
daughter, so you should probably suck it up, remember that your kids love you
no matter what, and post a couple of terrifying pictures of your own ice cream
adventure, because it was really more about the experience than anything else.
If you have any questions about why I am licking my hands,
it is actually not because the "Peanut Butter Buckeye" ice cream was that good... although it was good... I am simply
taking a cue from Ian who was the only one of us with enough humility to
recognize that ice cream was melting all over the place, and there were not
enough napkins for everyone.
On second thought, maybe this post was a terrible idea.
Thanks for following our trip!
L.
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