A week or so ago, we were in the local five and dime (what do you even call that now? the discount store? the junk shop?), when my youngest daughter pulled out the total screamer. We were in the toy section so that Gus could pick out a toy for (FINALLY) completing his clean-up chart. Théa had finished her chart two weeks prior – a lifetime ago to a four year old – and did not understand why Gus was the only one who could pick something out. The dialog went something like this:
Read MoreI am a total dork when it comes to Disneyland. I am proud to impart that dorkiness onto my kids. Lucky for me, it isn’t much of a stretch.
The last time that we went to Disneyland with the older kids, they were 10, 8, 6, 6, and 5.
It’s been too long.
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