Mom and I have a Disney fear.

Let me back up to explain.

We went and saw the Easter bunny awhile back.

K, you handled it like a champ.

But H, you look at the guy in the Easter bunny suit with more and more suspicion each time we go.

I suppose it’s a natural part of growing up.

This time, you thought we were going to see an actual “bunny” – but before we left, mom clarified it was a guy in a suit.

There was excitement in the anticipation of going, but after we got there, we could see the wheels turning in your head.

I felt like I could nearly read your mind:

“That Easter bunny looks like a poorly paid guy with a rabbit head on, awkwardly wearing a cheap suit.”

At one point you even said, “He looks kind of wierd.”

So, the point is this.

We are going to Disney World in October and are a little afraid that most of the magic will be gone.

H, Disneyland captivated you when you were 3.

And I know we will all have fun no matter what.

But it feels like you are a heartbeat away from simply shrugging at being in a commercialized theme park.

And heaven forbid something is said aloud.

K will be like:

“Oh, yeah. I see it. I knew something was off.”

Mom would have a heart attack.

Ha.

You girls make me laugh every day.

I love you.

-Dad

K, the last few days, you have loved being an only child.

See, H has been at Pop and Gammies house since Tuesday.

It gave her a break from school and has allowed her to hang out with her cousins.

We kept you home for ourselves though.

Selfish as that might be, we have tried to dote on you in all of our free time and have stayed up watching movies after you have gone to sleep.

It has been a bit of a break for everyone.

K, last night you had us laughing so hard with your dance moves.

“Dance! K, Dance!” we would say.

Standing by the coffee table with a broad smile, you would put your hands on your hips and then pop them side to side.

Tuesday night we went out to eat at On The Border and you ate three entire tortillas and a smattering of rice and beans.

I am not sure where you put it all, but you just kept going and going.

This morning, I held you and we watched tap-dance videos of H while mom got ready for work.

You have enjoyed having the run of the house.

My sweet little biscuit.

You are ready to go too though.

I love you.

-Dad