When I said "disappoint children" I meant because the present opening didn't happen immediately upon waking. I did NOT mean that the "dirt cake" which I so diligently poured myself into would go bad and I'd have 15 children and four adults screwing their faces into "yuck" expressions.
FYI, my MIL says that mixing whole milk with cool whip can make things taste bad. I think my milk went bad, but I think I will also avoid the cool whip whole milk combo. Gag! Gag! Gag!
You should have seen the relief when I told the kids they didn't have to eat it to save my feelings. You never saw so many racing to the trash cans to dispose of sugar as quickly as they could.
I am mortified.
And while I'm talking about disappointing children:
Tonight, after the presents opening, the kids thought we needed to go out to eat at Eldest's choice of restaurants. (I'd bought hot dogs as a special treat little knowing that the tradition of picking the restaurant when Disney grandparents are in town would extend to me if said picking didn't occur when DGs were here--because we went to the local theme park!) We talked them down to McDonalds. Where we got burgers and fries and waters (hey, they don't usually get fries).
As we left the playplace and refilled our waters, Frodo kept insisting that he should have Sprite.
He very ceremoniously dumped out the water and stuck his cup up to the pop nozzle. When I told him, for the 87th time, no and explained for the 87th time "because we didn't pay for Sprite, we paid for water," he let me refill the cup with water.
As we marched out the door to the van, he took a long pull and said,
"Mmmmmm, this is exactly what I didn't want."