The kids went back to school yesterday after a week and a half long spring break. Praise the Lord, Hallelujah, all is right with the world again.
Despite my efforts to fill the time with fun and memorable activities, it was an endless stretch of never ending days. I may have danced down the halls after dumping them there, à la the old Staples commercial.
Last night, I got the daily update from Ben’s teacher. The class explored chalk and water. They played on the playground. They painted.
The question of the day was: What did you do over Spring Break? The other kids’ answers were things like The Aquarium, The Train Museum, The Circus, play-dates and the honest “watched TV.”
Ben’s answer? “I went to Disneyland.”
But, we didn’t go to Disneyland. We’ve never been to Disneyland. We’ve never even talked about going to Disneyland.
I’m taking this to mean he thought our house was The Happiest Place on Earth last week.
It’s much easier to swallow than Ben being a pathological liar.
But, either way, he’s delusional.
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