For the past week or so, I’ve secretly announced to Beezus (or The Dude) how many sleeps we have until Disneyland.
Four more sleeps!
Two more sleeps!
For some reason, Beezus thinks that I sound British when I’m saying this. I find this hilarious and, without fail, launch into the best British accent I can muster for the remainder of the conversation.
Yeah…I completely deserve all the eye rolling.
One more sleep, though. One. More. Sleep.
