Like all good families that are unalike*, I repeated this process in Florida.
I wrote about it in my latest humour column for The Calgary Herald.
It begins like this:
You know you’re not vying for Parent-of-the-Year when you leave your children for five nights to go to Disney World. And you lie about it.
Last month, I had a teaching conference in Orlando. I took my husband with me because he generally requires less care than our eight-year-old twins. We abandoned our kids with my parents who had just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. Nothing tests a marriage like children; I figured it was time to remind my parents of that fact.
To read the rest of the column, click on Disney World, minus the kids.
*Dear Mr. Tolstoy: Please don’t haunt my dreams tonight for butchering your opening line.
Dear Readers: What event in your childhood are you (or your kids) barely recovering from?