What Did She Write???

We're headed back to Disney in a few days.  I hadn't planned on going back, but since a broken leg slowed our previous Disney trip down I figured one more trip wouldn't be so bad.  Don't get me wrong, Miss Add had a blast despite her pink cast, but the kid needs to swim, run, and most importantly, take her Daddy on Expedition Everest!

Everybody is preparing for our adventure.  Cris is starting to pack and make lists of the things we will need for the long drive south.  Miss Add is making a list of all the things she needs to pack to keep her entertained.  And I am...well, I'm the driver, so I'm using Google Maps to figure out the best route.  Let's get back to Miss Add...

Cris handed me Miss Add's packing list:

Here's how I read it: Toy ladybug, toy cat, to cow, toy horse, boy...

You shoulda seen my face.  Here she is, all five years of age, and she wants to pack a boy?!?  I had a small "Daddy's freakin' out!!!" moment.  I'm not ready for this, I probably never will be.  

Then I read the list again and figured it out.  She ran out of room after cow...

She wrote "TOY COWBOY"

I'm better now.  I can handle Sheriff Woody coming along with us.  That's the only other "BOY" besides Daddy allowed in the car...

My Lord, what am I gonna do when she's a teenager and there's no toy cow before the boy in her packing list?  Yup...probably freak out again...

I think I'll just focus on this year's trip for now.