Imagine having to catch an early morning flight. With a 6 year old in tow. First there’s the getting up part: which can be smooth as silk or rocky like the mountains depending upon how badly your kid wants to go on the trip.
Then comes the incessant babbling about going to the airport through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, with foam flecks flying in all directions. Always a lovely sight.
Then it’s a linear progression to a series of “Are we there yets?”, “when will the plane take off?”, “when will they get the food, I’m HUNGRY!”
And you’ve been in air for about 20 odd mins, been up for 3 hours and are wondering yet again why you don’t check your kid into cargo when you travel.
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