I took the girls to the zoo today. It's Spring Break around here, so the move was a bit reckless, but since we have season passes it was OK. Granted, if I'd actually paid money to spend 20 minutes driving the 1/4 mile between the street and the parking lot, then crowd my way through hundreds and hundreds of harried, stroller-pushing parents, I'd have been a bit upset.
But the purpose of the adventure wasn't actually to see animals. No, the trip to the zoo was a ruse.
The real reason we went out today was so Alyssa could go to the eye doctor, and Anna could go to the dentist. Unfortunately, Anna doesn't like to go to the dentist, and pulls out all of the fret and worry an 11-year-old Drama Queen can muster.
I'm not really up for that lately, so I simply didn't tell her about the dentist. I said "We're going to the zoo," and we went. Then I told her "Alyssa has an eye doctor appointment. We need to leave the zoo at 1:00." What I didn't tell her was that Alyssa's appointment was at 2:45, and her visit to the dentist was first.
When we were on our way to the car, and the truth about the dentist appointment finally came out, do you know what Anna did?
She thanked me. She thanked me for keeping the appointment from her. Woo-hoo! I did it right.