A trip that’s no longer than 72 hours requires Clay to have
an entire suitcase to himself. We’re flying to Ohio for the weekend (Clay’s
meeting his great-grandmother), and we’re nervous we might have forgotten
something. Winter coat in case the weather takes a sudden turn for the worse?
Check. Extra coat in case he spits up on that one? Check. Extra coat in case he
then spits up on that one? Check. We’ve mapped out every possible scenario and
tried to prepare for it.
But then there’s the plane. We’re terrified Clay might turn
out to be a little more Diana Ross (diva) than Ferdinand Magellan (famous
explorer/world traveler). And there’s no amount of planning that can comfort a
screaming baby in the sky.
Perhaps we’ll just end up buying drinks for those on the
airplane, or at least ones for Eleanor and me.
-Scott
Note From Eleanor:
I’m too nervous to comment; I don’t want to jinx anything.
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