Monday, March 08, 2010
The next day, Ada started pleading with us to take her to Walt Disney World. (And she always calls it "Walt Disney World," no cutesy nicknames for her.) When I explained that it would be a while before we take another trip to Cinderella's castle, she said, "Sometimes Ellie and Mommy and Daddy go to Walt Disney World. Not Ada."
In other words, you never take me! I never get to go!
"Ellie, Mommy, Daddy, and Ada all went to Disney World together when you were one and Ellie was five," I remind Ada, who's now three. "A little more than a year ago."
"You take me again," she replies, confident.
"When you're four." Daddy's almost visibly doing math in his head as he promises.
"Five, I amend."
Well, hello, kettle! Nice to meet you. I'm pot.