Boy, did I tick off Tyler's stepmom tonight!

I certainly didn't mean to, good grief! I asked if Victoria (his little sister) was going to Disney too, when she said of course, I chuckled and said "Good luck with that!" She asked what that was supposed to mean, it just lead into a conversation of what there is for a one and a half year old to do at Disney, and I explained that my comment only meant that I felt Tyler was too young when he went when he was 3 (my dad paid for the whole family and basically
told us we were going, land/sea, wonderful gift for which we're very grateful though), he'd just turned 3 a week before the trip, he was hot and cranky from the heat, and still taking naps, so we managed to get to the park in the morning and do 1 ride by the time we got through the crowds and through the line, then he fell asleep at his normal naptime, so we went all the way back to our room, then went back out after his nap and lunch, managed to get through 1 ride again and it was time for dinner and bed. It just wasn't much fun, and he was too young to remember it anyway. Then another woman overhearing the conversation piped up saying that was her experience too and that she'd never take a kid that young again, I agreed with her, and stepmom was mad, mad, mad.
I didn't tell her she's wrong for doing it, didn't even imply that, just told our story, geez. If looks could kill, I'd be buried 6ft deep by now. Touchy, touchy.....good grief!