Oh boy, two years ago and I remember it so well. The family and I were at Disneyland for two days. The first day was great. We won fastpass lanyards and everything. But the second day...oh jeez.
It was "that time of month" for my sister, and let's just say she wasn't pleasant. She was being a bigger witch than the one from Snow White if you catch my drift. Dear 'ol mom and dad put up with her until about 5 p.m. when it was obvious they had enough. She had pushed the last proverbial button. Not even my innocent jokes could calm the storm. ("Can't you tell it to take a raincheck for when we AREN'T at Disneyland?" She didn't appreciate that one, by the way.)
I remember telling her that we're in the happiest place on Earth and darn it, she'll be happy!
That day my sister could make Grumpy look like he was taking too many happy pills. But I didn't let it ruin my day--I was in Disneyland, after all. A little while later she mellowed out and, finally, all was well in the world.
...Okay, so, now you go.