If you’ve ever taken your family to Disneyworld, you know it’s both exhilarating and exhausting. This, of course, means it’s the perfect setting for misadventures in parenting. Today I share the first of 3 posts stemming from my fam’s recent trip to the Happiest Place on Earth. Because I’m a genius (!), I declare this week “Disney Week” on Experienced Bad Mom.
Let’s get started with the badness:
Meeting characters at Disney is a rite of passage. You all remember my son’s face when he was forced to meet Rapunzel and Flynn last year.
This year, some of the first characters we came across were Jasmine and Aladdin. My son, 8, crossed his arms and waited for us outside the meet ‘n greet area.
He. Is. Done. Meeting. Princesses.
Meanwhile, Sydney, 5, was anxious to meet a princess and prince.
The line wasn’t too long–there were maybe 5 or 6 kids in front of us. As I held Sydney’s hand, I turned to my husband and asked, “Would you like a picture with your Disney princess?” I held her little hand up to him and smiled.
He cocked his head and peered around me.
Where’s he looking? I thought.
He checked out Jasmine standing behind me and said, “Nah, I’ll wait for one of the other princesses.”
Uh, I was talking about YOUR princess holding my hand! Plus, he’s holding out for a hotter princess? This one was in a bikini top, what else could he be hoping for?!?
Sydney, thankfully, was oblivious to it all and enjoyed meeting her princess and prince.