Scene from my dinner table a few nights ago:
Me: Your dad and I thought it would be fun to go with Auntie Ali and Uncle Bill up to the mountains for a night and see the snow, get out of town. What do you think?
Ruby: What are we going to do there?
Me: See the snow. Check out Bend–we’ve never been there and it’s supposed to be nice….
Riley: We’re going to drive for 3 hours, and then drive around Bend?
Ruby: And then sit in a hotel room and look at the snow outside?
Me: okay you snots. You stay home–Daddy and I will go.
Them: No, no, we want to go. We just want to know what we’ll be doing….
Me: Well, your aunt says that this resort really does alot for christmas and they have all kinds of activities for the holidays that your cousins are really excited about.
Ruby: Like what?
Me: They have "baking cookies with Mrs. Claus"….(Riley begins to make a face like she ate poison), "breakfast with Santa"….(Ruby pretends her hand is a gun and pretends to blow her brains out), and"elf tuck in" (Henry starts to yell,"I’m bringing a baseball bat in my suitcase–I don’t want any elf tucking me in!!!!!! I’m bringing a bat!!! I’m bringing a bat!!!!)