We’re back.

An end to a vacation is sometimes a sad thing. In my case, it’s probably for the best.

Here’s why.

I’m a little accident-prone. A lot, actually.

And my kids get it honest.

The second night in our hotel, my oldest boy fell out of bed, hitting his head on the nightstand and bloodying his nose. OUCH.

Fast-forward to that morning at the hotel breakfast buffet. I laid the kids heavy packpack for the Disney parks on the back of my 3-year-old’s chair.

He got up to get a waffle. And the chair flipped…

…hitting Hayden in the chin.

Happiest place on Earth? I spent more time nursing injuries than posing with the Mouse.