Chris and I have come to the conclusion that theme parks are bad for relationships. Not ours; don’t worry, we are solid as ever.  We have taken Addie to three major theme parks in the past week: Disneyland, California Adventure and Seaworld, and have encountered our fair share of unhappy couples.

As they bicker and snap at each other Chris and I catch each others eye and silently comment.  I understand, a day at a park with one (or numerous) kids can be stressful. But man, these people seem like they barely like each other! They snap and snarl with unveiled irritation, and sometimes worse, while their kids stand at their feet and watch, waiting for their next instructions.

I try to excuse myself from the proximity of the nastiness hoping that it won’t rub off on us.   I never know if I should feel sorry for the kids because they are stuck in a family where their mom and dad don’t get along or for the parents because they are so stressed out that they can’t even be nice to each other.  In the end its none of my business, I know.

Who knew that there would be so much snarkiness in the center of the happiest place on earth?