The Doggy Bag
"Maaaaaaaaaahm!! SEE, I fit! You can carry me on! Please don't leave me here! I'm the perfect size! I mean, I do love San Diego, but I might go into withdrawals if you leave without me and take all my milkies! You'll take me?! Hooray!!!"
"See, I'm the perfect size. I take up your whole entire lap and you get the privilege of corralling my squiggly 15-month-old body (which is the size of most two-year-olds) for 2 three hour flights! What fun! No breaks!"
Oh yes, Amelia. SO much fun, especially when the airplane is 100 Texas degrees and the Mexican food I ordered at Moe's was actually spicy when I was promised that it wasn't. Just TONS of fun.
I wasn't sure who I felt worse for...Amelia...or the man sitting next to me holding the puke bag. Ok, actually, how could my heart not break for the over-heated, spicy-bellied, tired beauty on my lap. My poor baby! After her little episode - and when the plane finally cooled down - she was back to her normal spunky self. Good thing I brought a change of clothes for her and a sweatshirt for myself!
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