So we ultimately decided to spare the hapless travelers at the airport and tell the children about Disneyland when we wake them up to go. We’re pretty certain that the shrill cries of girlish delight will grate on the ears of persons unrelated to the girls in question, particularly at that hour of the morning.
So we decided to do this in kind of a “Christmas morning” style. We’ll wake them up and ask them to come to the living room, where there will be little bags on the couch.
And the first thing they will see inside the bags will be neon pink t-shirts, lovingly crafted by yours truly. Under these will be their own personal copies of the tickets to Disneyland and LegoLand.
Since we’re not stupid most of the time, we will have our own copies of all the tickets. Because children.
Their bags will be packed and all that will be necessary to do is to put clothes on them, brush their hairs, and herd them and all the luggage out the door into the waiting van of our friend The Amazing Kirsten. We will get to the airport, become caffeinated, feed everybody, and hop aboard the bus with wings. A few hours later, it’ll be all about the mouse!