8:55 AM Sunday morning
"Guess where I am, Mimi... I'm at the airport!!" (as if I didn't know) "and this time I'm afraid of flying." (this time? This is the first time)
Baby Boy is on a Southwest plane to Disneyworld - his first flight - as we blogspeak. I just talked to him as he waited at the gate to board. This is what he had to say.
"I had to take my shoooeeesss off! (we'd already discussed this at length last night during our Christmas tree frolicking to which he emphatically told me "I'm NOT taking my shoes off at the airport." WHY WHY WHY do I have to take my shoes off, Mimi?!" over and over again. ) It was his main concern. This morning he was upset because he had to let go of his stuffed dog during the security check. "They put him in a bucket!" he said with great indignation.
No X-Ray machine needed.
They will be holding court with Mickey Mouse for seven days. I will be holding court with a few wing-holding angels the next hour and 40 minutes thank you very much if you don't mind who shall station themselves on each wing and wink at the blue-eyed boy. I pray they carry my family safely to Florida and calm the fears of this very excited but
"When I get in the air," he said, " the cars and the trees and the houses will look like toys. They'll be reeeeaal little."
"Will I be little too?"
"No, Baby Boy. You will stay the same size." (This totally cracked me up)
He should be listening to the flight instructions about now (I already told him in great detail anyway) I just hope he doesn't interrupt and say "But Mimi said this!"
I forgot to tell him not to ask WHY.
Maybe I'd better pray for pilot patience too.
Be right back.
**Update: 2:00 pm** The phone rings. "Mimi! I flied in a plane all the way to here."
"Wow," I said. "Was it fun?"
"No. Not really."
And then he left to go "check his ears" because they popped on the plane.
Margo has suggested I warn Disney. Good idea.