My girlfriend, Danielle, and I made plans weeks ago to stay one night at a Disney resort over Spring Break. We decided that instead of breaking into a Disney resort pool (which is becoming increasingly harder with those darn MagicBands…*waves fist at sky*), we would become legit guests for a night and have a little one night staycation. We booked our hotel and were going to check-in today, hang out by the pool all afternoon, play at the resort tonight, wake up, and play in the pool all day tomorrow, too. It was going to be spectacular.
And then we woke up this morning to find it pouring down rain, and the forecast full of those taunting little rainclouds all day long. Shoot.
Danielle called Disney to see what we could do. We considered lying (I said to blame it on sick kids), but Chris convinced us that we should just tell the truth – we are locals, we wanted to come for the pool, and the weather has not cooperated. We hung our heads in shame for thinking of lying, kicked the dirt with our hands in our pockets, and (…sigh…) told the truth.
AND THE TRUTH PREVAILED! Disney didn’t bat an eye! They changed our reservations to tomorrow night instead, all without a fee or anything. I heart Disney.
While this was awesome, it still left Danielle and I with three bummed out kids. This was nothing a movie and a sugar high couldn’t fix, so we went to the movies today to see Cinderella.
YOU GUYS. It was everything I ever imagined Cinderella being! It was magical! It was beautiful! The Prince was the dude from “Game of Thrones” who I believe to be a lovely specimen of the male gender. IT WAS PERFECT!
Oh, and the kids liked it, too.
Before the movie, I took the kids to CVS to buy candy and water bottles because I didn’t want to mortgage my house to buy popcorn that no one would eat anyways because it wasn’t candy. But then, I made this terrible mistake. I told the kids in the car that we needed to put the candy and water bottles in my purse on the way into the movie.
“Why?” asked Bean. (Darn that inquisitive mind!)
“Well,” I floundered. Then, I decided to be truthful. About lying. “Because we aren’t really supposed to bring in other candy.”
“Why?” asked Bean again. (No more school for that dude.)
“Well, because they want us to buy the candy at the movie theater, but it is really expensive. So, we are going to bring our own instead.”
Bean considers this for a minute, clearly thinking this through. (I mean, really. What are they teaching kids in school these days?) “Oh,” was all he said.
So, I stuffed the contraband into my purse and we headed to the movie.
At the door with the ticket taker, Bean whispers in this awful stage whisper, “MOM! DON’T TELL THAT GUY ABOUT THE CANDY IN YOUR PURSE!”
To which I turned bright red and melted into a pile of shame right there in the movie theater lobby.
Lesson of the day for the 32-year-old mother of two? LYING IS BAD. THE TRUTH PREVAILS. YOUR CHILDREN WILL RAT YOU OUT ANYWAY.