The Polar Express. Sort of.

Everyday when I pick up the kids from school, I am greeted with the SAME EXACT QUESTION, "mommy, are we going to go do anything?" They are always hoping that we might go see some friends, or go to the park, just something fun! 

And generally I am the poopy-pants mom, who has to tell them that we will go home and do homework and be responsible. No fun. 

But yesterday, I had something fun to spring on them! 

"Kids, we are going to the Polar Express!" A few excited screams and what felt like a busted ear drum later, we were on our way. 

Our neighbor had 3 extra tickets, and this was a "little production" put on by the library.

*And when I say little, I do mean little.*

The kids were thinking back to when we went to Polar Express with my parents, and assumed this would be the same.

But then I had to break.it.down.

There are no dancing elves, the train doesn't move, no singing, no special cocoa, and no arrival at the North Pole.....

And then it was about THAT time, I was ready to give someone a "YOU ARE SPOILED, AND MOST CHILDREN WOULD BE HAPPY TO DO THIS!!!" lecture, because, well, look.

But I didn't have time to guilt them.

 We had a train to catch!

By this point, kids were feeling excited again.

But then Hope would keep leaning over and whispering to me, "when are the dancing elves coming?"

But they had to settle for someone reading them the book. 

Which Pierce declared as, "one of the most boring things I've ever done."

I just ignored all that, and snapped away.

But there was a visit from the big man! Neither of the kids really dig Santa, but they did manage to grab the loot and run!

AND, that was it.

I guess the moral of this story is, my kids are spoiled. OR don't take them to the big-time and then expect them to enjoy the little stuff. WHO KNOWS.

But as I put the kids to bed they both told me they had a really good time.

I'll take it.