This weekend, TheBoy and I went to Days of the Wolf, a Teen Wolf convention. But that isn’t what that post is about. (I’ll post about that on Wed)
We surprised the Kidlets with a trip to Disneyland and a stay last night in a hotel. (We haven’t left yet, right now we’re waiting for breakfast to get her)
After we left Denny’s for dinner, the Little Kidlet realized he forgot his current favorite stuffed animal at home. The tears began.
But it was already late and we knew it would take at least Ann hour to go home get Carrots and drive back. So TheBoy tried to distract the Little Kidlet. “What’s your favorite: bacon or fries?”
“Bacon and fries.”
This went on, along with quiet sobs of, “I want Carrots,” all the way back to the hotel room.
The Kidlets got out their Nooks, and the Oldest Kidlet started to draw something. After a few minutes, he held it up. “I drew Carrots!” And true enough, he’d drawn the brown bunny. “This way you can look at his picture when you miss him.”
The crying stopped as the Little Kidlet looked at it. “Thank you.”
It was one of those moments where it felt like we’ve done everything right.
(True story, I’m posting this from my phone to avoid paying for the internet for only two hours of usage. And when I was part way through this post, TheBoy informed me he was probably going to pay for it anyways. Just my luck.)