The Dentist

This post should really be called 'how to tell your kids they are going to Disney World' or some such.

Last month we decided to take the minions to Disney World. 

Instead of telling them that they were going to Disney World I told them something quite different.

See...

It's just more fun to surprise them. 

I mean...

When I was a kid my parents were constantly* telling me that we were headed to the grocery when actually we were headed to the zoo or some such.

So, I love the surprise factor. 

About a week before the trip I told them that Billy was going out of town and they were going to get checked out of school early on Friday because they had dentist appointments. 

Yep, dentist appointments.

Friday came along and I checked the boys our for their 'dentist appointment' but instead of driving them to the dentist I drove them to the airport. 

My kids...

Basically they will believe anything I tell them. I guess that's a kid for you. 

I told them that we needed to run by the airport because Daddy had forgotten something and we needed to ship it to him. 

When they got out of the car I broke the news to them.

Here is the video or what ensued:

Surprisingly I got a few comments from people questioning whether or not this was a good idea.

Question One:

"Don't you worry that your kids will constantly be in an agitated state wondering whether you are really taking them where you said you were?"

Response: I never worry.** And before you are all "Wow! That's great! She isn't a worrier" know that  what I gain in not worrying I make up for in being disorganized and lazy. So, maybe a bit more worry would be good for me.

Question Two:

"Don't you think learning to wait on something fun, like an upcoming trip, teaches kids patience?"

Response: Probably, but I never promised that I was doing this whole mothering thing perfectly. Or this whole punctuation thing because I'm really not sure whether a comma should have gone after the word probably.

So, the glee that was my kids after I told them they were going to Disney World was something pretty awesome to behold:

I love mirth. 

They exhibited much mirth. 

So:

The Dentist 

and 

Disney World...

Apparently they are one and the same.

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* In my mind this happened every Sunday. In reality it was probably a good bit less but I always remember things from my past as better than they actually were. 

Here is a typical conversation with my brothers:

Me: Remember that awesome time we had the night we got lost on the way back from Tennessee?

Brothers: What? Do you mean the time the car broke down, we lost our wallets, got food poisoning and Mom yelled at us when we got back?

Me: Oh.

** I HATE FLYING. I will worry if I have to go on a plane.