Children Are Smarter Than You

Last night I went with my sister to see Frozen, because once a Disney princess ALWAYS a Disney princess, and it was adorable. I want my own little snowman named Olaf.

The best part of the entire movie was when the youngest sister, Princess Anna, decides she wants to marry this prince after one day. The part itself plays out ironically, for adults at least, but the little girl sitting next to me, who could not have been older than five or six years old, yells out, “WHAT?! That’s ridiculous!” and kept muttering to herself in disgust.

Lauren and I laughed so hard and this makes me so happy. This just goes to show that you can watch Disney movies as a child, enjoy the heck out of them, and still grow up to have complete realistic views of love and romance.

Or maybe this five year old is just smart beyond her years.

Cowardly Caitlin

“And then Caitlin threw up…” seems to be the common theme of my childhood. I guess I feel a bit apologetic for it since that’s gross and what comes around goes around when I have children, but I can’t really be blamed since I was a young child and don’t remember it. In my defense, all of these stories could be LIES. Though I doubt that.

Family time is the best kind of time, especially on holidays where we end up playing heated games of Cranium or more recently, Jacks. We love each other and are supportive, but for the most part, we are the type of family who will give each other crap about any and everything, and I think that’s the best way to be.


Such as someone in the family having such a large head that even when she’s standing in the back, it looks like the front. I won’t say who but I think you can guess from some of these examples.


Or if you suck at Jacks, they’ll let you know it. Sorry, Erin…


And tell family stories just to embarrass you.

Besides throwing up, which for the record was a medical condition called something my mom told me and I didn’t bother to remember and no one knew back then, I also had have a fear of people dressed up as characters. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve heard the story of my dad, aunt, and uncle taking me and my sister to go see the Easter Bunny at the mall. I caught one glimpse of the creepy critter and booked it out of there, reminiscent of the scene from The Wizard of Oz when the Cowardly Lion runs away from the Wizard. ALLEGEDLY.

I’m sure in the actual occurrence, I was casual and cool….

I’m also told that when we were younger, my mom and Aunt Stacy drove two hours to go see the Berenstein Bears live and in person and then I saw the life-sized versions out the window and freaked and wouldn’t get out of the car.

Or the time in Disney World when Goofy and I had beef for reasons I don’t recall. We went to a character breakfast and Goofy bumbles over and tries to hug me, I was about 14 or something and not some cute kid for the record, and my mom blurts out “Goofy! It’s Caitlin’s birthday.”

Um, nice try mom since my birthday is in November and this was July. But Goofy was fooled and was so excited he wouldn’t stop hugging me and then he made the entire restaurant sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me. Then the poor waitress who was a sweet little grandma was mortified because she didn’t know and she ran away and brought me a cake and had everyone sing again. My family laughed so hard I thought their heads would explode.

I did get a nice little pin saying “Happy Birthday Caitlin!” on it and then everyone in the park kept wishing me a good one. I like that sort of attention, so I was pleased with myself. Up until the point where I walked into the store and was told I needed to get my special birthday phone call. Who, you would assume, would be from Mickey and was actually from Goofy.

Needless to say, Goofy won that round.

Hope everyone is off to a good start with their holiday seasons!