Rookie Mistake

After months of debate, my husband and I finally sat down yesterday and bit the bullet. We planned our summer vacation to Disney World. Let me rephrase that...I planned our summer vacation to Disney World.

Everything turned out so well. We are staying at a fabulous resort...we are there for the perfect amount of time. It all seemed to work out so well. We are even planning on giving the princess her very own princess make-over. Everything was working out, so, well, magically.

That is, until, she heard us discussing the trip. Cue scary horror flick music.

"Disney World? I see Mickey Mouse? Mommy, you come too? Please, Daddy? Mickey Mouse?"

Being the hip, current parents that we are, we wanted to be truthful. Honest. Keep our daughter, how do the kids say? In the know.

Well, ever since she heard our admission of, "Yes, darling. We ARE going to see Mickey. But, it isn't for awhile. You have sixty sleeps until we get there. Let us count to sixty," life turned out to be a little less Tinkerbell and a lot more Captain Hook.

We proceeded to count all of Mommy's fingers, Daddy's fingers, and Rylee's fingers. THEN, we counted Mommy's toes, Daddy's toes, and Rylee's toes. You would think the big picture would sink in. Toes plus fingers equal sixty. Girl, we aren't gracing Disney's doorsteps for quite awhile.

But alas, it didn't. Waking her up this morning was greeted with, "Mommmmmy....where is Mickey??? Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyy....I want my Mickey Mouse."

Moral of my blog...keep the magic a secret. Especially when they are three and a half (two at the ticket counter, wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

By the way...here is Rylee and Daddy making use of a Pottery Barn box...coincidentally the one our first wedding gift came in. We reduce, recycle, and REUSE. Take that for imagination, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.