Just a few weeks ago my three youngest and I went to Disney World for a three day trip. Not counting the long thirteen hour drive (MapQuest you lie, it's not twelve hours after stopping, even if you speed) it was a blast.
Our third morning we had nothing planned except pool time. Bless my youngest daughter, she wakes up with the same amount of energy and excitement as she faces her entire day with. Her brothers and I, not so much. The youngest son wouldn't even wake up he was so tired *L*. I didn't just want to throw her in front of the TV while I stared at my pain ridden feet. Instead I remembered one of my favorite things as a kid, balloon volleyball. And will you just look at that, All Star Movie resort just happened to give us four or five balloons when we checked in.
So the bed was our buffer zone and we stood on each side of the bed playing balloon volleyball and laughing hysterically. Even the ultra-cool eleven year old jumped in on the action.
Parenting Win!
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