Great Wolf Lodge and Vegas
This morning is the morning of Great Wolf Lodge. The boys have cranked it up to 11 and then broke the scale. Ethan and Isaac were playing in Isaac’s bed and then Mom gave us the warning for karate. Isaac took off like a bolt and went downstairs. Ethan, however, refused. After about ten minutes, I told him that I had to go downstairs and that I was leaving him in Isaac’s room. I walked out, switched off the light, and started towards the stairs.
Instead of his protest cry, I heard a genuine sad cry and I sprinted back into Isaac’s room. I picked up the Beeth and cradled him as he rested his sad head on my shoulder. As we walked downstairs, he stopped sobbing, but said in the saddest voice I have ever heard him use: “I still wanna go to Great Wolf Lodge. Please don’t leave me here while all of you go without me.”
I then reassured him that there was no way we would go to Great Wolf Lodge without him. He asked me if we had ever gone without him and I told him that we had, but only before he was born. I told him that from now on, if we go, he goes.
Such rules, apparently, do not apply to Las Vegas.
Instead of his protest cry, I heard a genuine sad cry and I sprinted back into Isaac’s room. I picked up the Beeth and cradled him as he rested his sad head on my shoulder. As we walked downstairs, he stopped sobbing, but said in the saddest voice I have ever heard him use: “I still wanna go to Great Wolf Lodge. Please don’t leave me here while all of you go without me.”
I then reassured him that there was no way we would go to Great Wolf Lodge without him. He asked me if we had ever gone without him and I told him that we had, but only before he was born. I told him that from now on, if we go, he goes.
Such rules, apparently, do not apply to Las Vegas.