Since we began dating lo these one hundred (or seven) years ago, the Anonymous Husband and I have bounced around for the holidays, so much so that I can hardly tell you where we spent Thanksgiving or Christmas last year, let alone five years ago. These past few holidays have been a happy, if expensive blur of plane tickets and going along with our respective parents' plans which, with a lone exception, haven't included coming to our house.
Enter one Master P, the wee CEO who fancies himself beholden to no plans, be they holiday related or otherwise. Enter his mother *finally* just now realizing the power that this brings to, in the immortal (if slightly out of context) words of Nancy Reagan, to Just Say No to expensive, logistically nightmarish holiday travel with toddler.
Let's all extend a hand towards the emergency red phone while we chant together, "Retired parents - you there with the time & resources to travel sans toddler - I love you, but this year you're coming to us for Christmas. If you'd like to plan ahead, the next 17 years are looking similar. XOXO."
I'm happy to report that this flawless
There - I feel much better already. And I need that, given the morning I just had chasing a certain someone around a pumpkin patch trying & failing to get one of those festive fall photos we parents are obligated to obtain:
|My personal favorite & the shot most representative of our pumpkin patch trip - Master P attempting to hurl himself off the hayride wagon.|
Have any of you pulled off the holiday nuclear option on your parents? Care to share your success stories?