Of course, as can be expected with family travel, we’ve had our share of mishaps. And probably a bit of mayhem as well.
There was the time our two year old picked something up off the floor of our hotel room and went to put it in his mouth. “Domo!” I said, “That is full of germs!”
My husband looked at me incredulously. “Are you kidding? He just licked his way across the whole of Walt Disney World and you’re worried about a half cookie on the hotel room floor?”
He was right, Domo had indeed licked everything he could find that trip. We frequently caught him running his open mouth along the handrails in the queue lines, They were just the right height, why not lick them?
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Then there was the time I was attending a convention and Bret was in charge of the kids. Each morning, I’d carefully lay out the clothes I wanted them to wear so that if they came down to see me on a break, they looked presentable. Each afternoon when I was released from my meetings, I’d meet them to hear about the fun and adventures that had filled their day. Most of it revolved around arcade games and candy.
On the third day, they came down to meet me on one of my breaks.
“What did you do?” I asked my husband, horrified.
“I think I finally broke them!” He said gleefully. “It took most of the week, but I’m pretty sure they are going to take GOOD naps this afternoon and I can finally relax!”
Although this is a post that could go on for days, I’ve decided to create a mini-series of sorts, with more episodes to come. What are your traveling mishaps?
