Flying to Boston


Late July Mom took me on a plane all by herself! She let me run around the airport in hopes I would release all my energy but about halfway through the plane ride it was evident I still had a lot of energy in me. The crying and screaming and going boneless wasn’t really my fault. You see, I wanted down. But because of “turbulence” (whatever that means) I had to sit on Mom’s lap. Don’t get me wrong. I like Mom’s lap. Sometimes I don’t want to leave Mom’s lap. But that day, I hated Mom’s lap and only wanted down. Eventually my energy ran out and I fell asleep—10 minutes before we landed!


At Grandma and Grandpa’s house, I was in a much better mood. Grandma had new toys for me and read me a new book!


We went on a walk with Molly and Bonnie …


and Grandpa convinced me to eat Grandma’s casserole (which, actually, was really good).

“Never play peekaboo with a child on a long plane trip. There’s no end to the game. Finally I grabbed him by the bib and said, “Look, it’s always gonna be me!” —Rita Rudner