What's your favorite part?

We went up north last weekend and stayed at a great resort.  They had a pool, a beach and a playground.  Awesome place.  The kids liked the fact that there was a spiral staircase going upstairs to their bedroom.  It was like a fort.  Now imagine going up an open spiral staircase whose stairs barely fit your foot in the middle of the night because a child wakes up calling for you.  Yeah.  Not to pleasant and now try doing this 10+ more times because neighbors in the adjoining condo are being loud half the night.  Despite that, it was a great trip and the kids had fun. 

When we arrived on Friday afternoon, we walked around the paths to stretch our legs.  It was a beautiful night and we changed the kids into their swimsuits and brought them swimming.  We swam for about an hour and then went back to our place to eat some dinner.  D and I decided to bring the kids in to town for some ice cream.  We found a gas station that sold the old fashion ice cream where you can pick a flavor.  They had a table in the store and everything.  Olivia chose birthday cake flavor, so of course Mackenzie had to follow suit.  Logan got chocolate chip.  All of the kids said thank you and sat down at the table to eat their respective ice cream.  D and I picked up a few more items and I went to pay.  The older guy working behind the counter paid us a compliment, he said: You know, you guys are doing a great job because it's not very often that you see kids come in here and say thank you without their parents having to really tell them.  I am very impressed.  Those are some great kids.  I was stunned.  Now I know my kids are good.  They scream and fight and are utterly chaotic at home, but they do great in public.  But to have a complete stranger be impressed by my kids was very humbling.  I told D that was the best part of the whole weekend.  Right there.  Sure we had a great time and the kids loved it, but that was my highlight.  It's nice to know that we are getting through to our kids after all.