Mickey vs Cedar

Dear Laney,

Yesterday evening, we drove into Alberton for the Farmers Market. There's a woman who keeps bees and makes the greatest homemade Honey Lemonade, and that lemonade alone is worth the ride into town. A bluegrass trio was playing, so you got to show off your patented bob-and-weave dance moves. Float like a butterfly. Sting like a toddler.

And you'll just never guess who we ran into - Miss Alberton herself:

After the market, we walked a few blocks to Cedar's house, where we sat out in their backyard and had pizza and played for a while.

We didn't leave their place until almost 9:30p - way past your bedtime - and when we got you out to the car, you refused to leave. You threw your body sideways across the car seat so we couldn't buckle you in. Then you clenched your little arms next to your body so we couldn't get them through the straps. And the whole time, you were screaming, "WANT MORE CEDAH'S OUSE!! MORE CEDAH'S OUSE, MOM!!!"

Last year, there was a home video that went viral of a mom and her three children at McDonald's. We see her three kids, ages - I'm guessing - 3, 6 and 10. With the camera rolling on the kids on the other side of the booth, she tells them, "I have a surprise for you! You know how we've been driving all day?" The kids all nod. "Well," she continues, "We're not really going to Uncle Dick's house, we're going to DISNEYWORLD!!" You can tell she's waiting for the kids to go nuts and scream and hug her, but instead, the kids all look at her like she punched them in the stomach...like she let the air out of their souls. The oldest one stares off into space, the middle one says, "I thought we were going to Uncle Dick's house!" then buries his head in his arms. The youngest one actually starts crying.*

I thought about this last night, because I'm pretty sure there would be an identical reaction from the backseat if we were ever driving towards town and I began, "Laney! We're not really going to Cedar's house..."

Love,

Mom

* The best part of this video when I saw it was the comment section underneath, where people kept writing, "Hell, now I want to go to Uncle Dick's house."