Ahhh, the waiting game. Some of us handle it better then others...Hannah wakes up everyday counting on her fingers how many days till we leave, then she pretends to be a plane... wrrrruummm.
Some of us after walking around are ready for the next day.
Some of us take their kids toys and never give it back.
In the wild, the strong survive, so if they want the toys back...
Ok, the kids have taken over the Bigger toys. So the bottom feeder parents, are left with the scraps.
