My parents have been itching to visit Disneyland since the day Stephen was born and if we still lived in California, it would have happened already. The whole concept of Disney is that it’s built for everyone, but we kinda wanted our kids to remember it. This year was THE year to go. Stephen and Freddy are at great ages and the right heights to enjoy most of Disney. My parents were beside themselves with anticipation and a little annoyed, it seemed, to have to wait to tell the kids until we were at the airport. Our fear was that there would be no sleep until we arrived and then how much fun would we’ve had? So in the days leading up to our big trip, it became harder and harder to not say anything about where we were going. We referred to our vacation at the beach and all the fun stuff we would do at the beach until we talked about the beach ad naseum. (In fact, it was I who slipped up in front of the kids, but thankfully mom caught my mistake and redirected the conversation.) The boys were excited to go to the beach and could no doubt feel our excitement for what was in store.
The big moment had arrived and mom and dad worked out some little something or another. We didn’t really know but we had our cameras ready. Dad pulled out an envelope and pretended to look inside.
“Uh-oh boys, we have a little problem.”
“What problem, Pa?” the boys asked.
“Well this says” looking at his paperwork “we can’t go to the beach house until Friday. Why don’t you go talk to Mimi.”
Stephen grabbed the envelope from Pa and looked inside, to see if he could spot some mistake although not being able to read himself, the paperwork was no help. Freddy was already standing by Mimi and Stephen walked over.
“Well boys, since we can’t go the beach” Mimi exclaimed “Let’s go to Disneyland!” And she proudly pulled out 3 red Mickey Mouse t-shirts purchased just for this momentus occasion. Well that did it, Stephen fell apart crying. Not tears of joy, but tears of sadness because this is not what he expected, and he wanted to go to the beach house. Isn’t that all we’d talked about for weeks and weeks? Playing in the waves and digging for sand crabs? What about the beach.
Daddy swooped in to save the day and held Stephen while he walked around and explained to Stephen that yes we would still go to the beach, and play in the waves and dig for sand crabs, but today and the next couple of days we would spend at the happiest place on earth. It took a little convincing but Stephen was slowly coming around. He agreed to go to Disneyland, but he was not wearing that red t-shirt! Freddy was game to go to the happiest place on earth, and he put on the cool red t-shirt. Theo slept through the whole exchange.
Once we arrived in California, the kids were pretty excited to go, and finally willing to wear the matching red t-shirts. Enjoy the pics~