Especially the one of the parents telling the kids they are getting on a plane in a few hours to go to Disney World and they freak out with excitement. You don’t know what I’m talking about?
My three and a half year old sees that and thinks it’s reality.
Every night, before Dave puts him in bed, Finn gives me a hug and asks me what he’s going to do tomorrow and we run down his day. The usual list is we’re going to have lunch with Gigi, you have Miss Brandie’s class, you have swim lessons, you’re going to play with Myles, we’re going to the library or the zoo. You know, typical three and a half year old activities on a day to day basis.
Sometimes though, we have surprise days when there are birthday parties, special play dates, or other non-normal activities. My usual response for those days are, “you’ll have to wait to see in the morning!”
Now, he asks me excitedly, “Are we going to Disney??!??!”
And then I have to explain to him that we’re not. Why? Because Florida is far away. Yes, someday we’ll go when you’re a little older and can remember us paying $958,458,359 for a family vacation meant to gauge you at every corner to fulfill a childhood dream. No, it won’t be tomorrow. And yes, I know those special play dates don’t seem so special since we’re NOT getting on a plane in a few hours but you’ll just have to make due with Imagination Station for tomorrow.
Those Disney Magic commercials? Aren’t so magic in this house.Pin It