Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Row 11

So here's how things settled in for the first leg of the trip. The airline gave us three seats together and one a row ahead. The poor stranger who would have had to sit with either of my children gratefully traded spots with my husband.

The kids did great from Cleveland to Philadelphia. Lola was a chatterbox and spoke loudly and clearly about EVERYTHING. Among her mentions, of the man seated ahead of her: "That guy has pokey hair." Why yes, yes he does. Do you like it? "No."

"Are we in Germany yet?"
Um. No. We're still on the tarmac in Cleveland.

"Are we in the air yet?"
Um. No. You'll see more clouds and fewer service vehicles.

"What's a service vehicle?"

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