Still in good spirits through security (which took FOREVER)....
B was in good spirits, too...and slept on the plane.
Owen, however, lost his damn mind and any semblance of good spirits at about the 30 minute mark until landing. In this instance, the toddler ticking time bomb was set off because his horrible awful parents told him to put his seatbelt on. The injustice of keeping him safe! Let's just say people clapped once we were in the ground and about to be released from our ear piercing blood curdling screaming hell...and then told us we were doing a great job. YUP. Good old times.
And then the sweet Owen came out 10 minutes later. That is when you say: "toddlers...for real: WTF."
On the way home:
B and I took a little walk while Owen took his normal nap. Felt good to get out, and great to be home.
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