Silly Old Bear

Disneyland is the most cliché dream there is, so my parents were certain that my brother and I would want to go. Mom, being the schedule Nazi she is, had mapped out and timed everything down to the minute with only a few to spare. A family meeting, accompanied by two large suitcases, and a couple of carry-ons, informed us that we needed to make a decision. Two choices, two stubborn kids, and two parents that thought they knew us. Build-A-Bear or Disneyland? It was a simple question with a simple answer. Build-A-Bear. Never had we gone to either place before. We wanted a bear. Not an autograph book filled with signatures of our favorite characters and our everyday heroes. Our parents were shocked, but that’s what they got for giving a six year old and a three year old the choice as to where our vacation was. After our parents regained movement and expression they started to try and convince us to be excited for the trip they had planned for us. Telling us how much fun our first plane ride will be and how it would be the first and last ride of many, but we wouldn’t let it go. We knew what we wanted and we figured out how to get. They gave us a choice. It wasn’t fair for them to not let us chose, so after hours of the great debate we won. For the first time, my mom made changes to the final schedule and tacked on a stop at Build-A-Bear. A family feud caused all for a silly old bear.