Back in October, we headed down to Orlando for a week with Mickey. We had been secretly planning the trip for almost a year and were so excited to tell the girls. As anyone with small children knows, we wanted to keep the trip a secret until the last possible minute- to avoid the inevitable "Are we going to Disney World TODAY?" for as long as possible. Thank goodness for the naivete of four and two year olds- because I was able to (not so secretly) pack suitcases and plan for a week away from home without them questioning (too!) much. Plus, it helped that we had always told Maggie that you had to be AT LEAST seven years old to go to Disney World.
That plan backfired a bit:
(ignore the disastrous mess that was our spare bedroom while I packed...)
Let me backtrack a bit....
Thursday nights are Lucy and Maggie's nights with "Gramma and Papa." Well, unbeknownst to the girls, Gramma and Papa (and Ant Jood and Uncle Gary) were coming to Disney with us. We were leaving early on a Friday morning, so the girls werent' going to be staying at Gramma and Papa's the night before. Gramma explained to Maggie that she (Gramma) was going on a vacation and, therefore, wouldn't be able to have a sleepover that week. That SHOULD have been the end of story. If you know Maggie and the way her mind works, she then got overly concerned with where/who they would be staying with on Friday while mom was at work. Gramma went on to tell her that her good friend Laurie (who the girls ADORE) would be babysitting instead. Obviously, hanging out with Laurie was WAAAAY more exciting than Disney World.
So..... here is the video of what happened when we FINALLY told the girls we were going to Disney World:
(Not quite the climactic "You're Going to Disney World" videos they show in the commercials, huh? God forbid we miss a day of school....)
At least Lucy was excited.....
