What is a good childhood without some good old fashioned trauma?
As in, Mom and Dad say we're going to go vote. We load up, we drive down the block to the polls (which just so happen to be right next to a lake), we vote, and we head home. And then the 2.5 year old loses it when he figures out we're heading home.
Why?
Because he thought we were going on a boat.
Oops.
1 comment:
Awwwwwwwww.... Poor kid!!! Now you need to get a family activity on a boat to make it up to him!!! LOL
Btw, if you get a chance, I have a giveaway on my blog.....
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