I’m thinking meltdowns will get a special post on each trip we attempt. The tears just seem so unavoidable at these ages. It’ll be my “Reasons my Kids are Crying while Traveling” section. Here goes.
He wanted to go that way.
She didn’t want to pose for the picture.
He didn’t want to go to the bathroom with his dad and sister.
He’d had a poopy blowout in his parka and mommy was oblivious for another half hour.
Forced fun accomplished.