Disney on Ice with a two and three year old went pretty perfect. If you don’t count the part where the three year old got so mad when I told her to share her Swedish Fish that she tried to viciously BITE me. Or the part where the two year old threw her slushie on the floor (not once, but twice), leaving my purse, camera and coats sticky.
Really, it still was pretty perfect. They were IN AWE. It was like every dream they ever had was happening right before their eyes. Boy, was it worth it. From now on, we are going every single year.