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Tuesday, December 17, 2013
How not to pack for Disneyland
Do not let your Cars 2 obsessed child start packing three months before your trip to Disneyland.
Do not let him toss every single piece of Cars 2 clothing he owns into a Cars 2 tote bag, along with practically every Cars 2 gadget and toy. (Although it's fine to marvel, if has fine-motor-skill challenges, how well he's grasping and releasing the stuff he threw in there.)
Do not get him a new Lighting McQueen roller suitcase a few weeks before you go, or he will transfer everything from the tote bag into the suitcase and then proceed to wheel the suitcase around everywhere, including but not limited to public restroom stalls that can barely fit the two of you though he will insist the suitcase must come inside.
Do not creep into his room after he's asleep at night and attempt to extract some clothes so the suitcase will be lighter for him to wheel on your trip, because he will hear you and his eyes will fly open and he will instantly realize what is going on, despite the fact that it is pitch dark. And he will wail in despair and outrage and you will curse the day Pixar came around.
Do not argue with him about packing the Cars 2 pillowcase, it's futile.
Do not argue with him about packing the Cars 2 comforter, just keep changing the subject.
Do not argue with him about packing the Cars 2 stuffed Lightning McQueen, which is approximately the size of a chubby toddler. Just say that perhaps Daddy will put it in his suitcase.
Do not torture yourself by buying a Cars 2 Photo Finish Bath Set, hiding it in the top of your closet, and endlessly debating whether it's worth packing or not. Just pack it, you enabler, you.
Do not despair when you discover he has outgrown the Cars 2 bathing suit tops you got him last spring, just replace them with some other swimsuit top and be grateful the trunks still fit, more or less.
Do not let your other child Google "Disneyland store" and ultimately discover a 10-minute YouTube tour of the store so that she can start pestering you for stuff before she's even arrived.
Do not let your child leave his Lightning McQueen suitcase right by your front door so you trip over it every time you leave and/or crash into it when you walk in.
Trust me on this.
Posted by Ellen Seidman at 6:40 AM