Although Scott did the majority of the packing for our Fourth of July surprise, I had the kids gather toys before heading to the hotel.
However, in my haste, I forgot my daughter’s new favorite book: a small, poorly translated Hello Kitty! book from our recent Barnes and Noble trip with pages such as
FRIENDSHIP MAKES YOUR HAIR DANCE LIKE ICE CREAM
BEST FRIENDS ARE LIKE FERRIS WHEELS SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL AND DESTROYING THE TOWNS OF YOUR ENEMIES
My daughter cried and cried when she realized I could not lull her to sleep with big-eyed cats demanding she enjoy the small things such as platters of giant cupcakes with cherries on top. I suggested she write her own book, and I would read it as her bedtime story. I got her the hotel stationery and pen, and she set to work.
When I finished patting myself on the back, I looked over as she is busy scribbling away:
Fourteen pages and one not-very-silent four-year-old later, The Little Dictator was born. At least that’s what I think the movie title read.