Has never heard the words, Don’t Panic

Our trip to Disneyland is still seven weeks away. Seven long, long weeks. That has not stopped The Bandit from hauling a suitcase out of the hall closet and dumping all his clothes in it.

He was trying to get me to help him pack last night. At this point, I’m just hoping he’s still alive to go at all.

Yesterday, when My Honey and the kids got home from school and work, the boy asked if he could have a snack. His father asked him to define a snack. They agreed on some SmartFood popcorn and my husband went off to take a shower.

When he walked back into the living room, the boy had eaten ALL the Smartfood, a half carton of blackberries, a package of PopTarts – and the piece de resistance – an ice cream sandwich the boy threw behind the couch so he wouldn’t get caught. He actually threw a 1/2 eaten ice cream sandwich behind the couch.

Behind the couch. Cause that seems like the best possible solution, huh? I worry that the boy isn’t good in an emergency.

When confronted he denied it, of course, even though My Honey actually SAW him do it.

I hope he lasts the next seven weeks. He’s finally tall enough to ride the big rides.