the funnest day ever.

I took the girls to the Disney on Ice show Tuesday night. I don't particularly enjoy the ice show. They are okay. Some are better than others. But we get tickets every time the new one comes to town from the PR firm that handles the shows.

The girls love the ice show, so we go.

This one was a silly little story about the Incredibles at Disneyland. They go for vacation, Syndrome tries to take the place over and the Incredibles save the day. I dozed through most of the second half, waking up enough (barely) to drive home. As we left the UC, my dear, sweet little Jessie is holding my hand. I ask her, "So, how did you like the ice show?"

She responded, "It was great. This was my funnest day of my life, ever."

Hard to argue with the funnest day ever.

I felt pretty good about that. Not that this was a huge sacrifice or anything. I did get to show them the Michael Jordan statue and school them in his greatness. (To which Becky asked, "When did he die?") But I was happy to have done something that meant something for them.

We do it all the time. We wash, we clean, we cook. We take them places, we do stuff with them.

But nothing quote compares with having a hand in the "funnest day ever."

I hope to have another one of those very soon.