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"Ok. Tell him your name, buddy."
"D.J."
Under the stern glance of the security guard I say, "No, that's a car, tell him your name."
"Lightning McQueen, ca-chow"
"No sweetie, tell him your name."
"Thomas"
"Nope, that's a train, tell him your name."
"Leo"
The security guard is still seriously not letting us through.
"I'm 3, and my name is Noah" he finally says.
I let out an exasperated breath and the guard waves us on with the tiniest bit of a smile on his lip.
This was the scene last summer when I flew to Washington with the boys. This time the boy was well trained. Said his name before he was even asked, put his shoes in the bin, and knew he'd get his backpack back.
It was a long day. Two flights to get you from Salt Lake to Detroit. But the kids did great. They both did a lot of this...
And a little bit of this...
Now it is time for us to unpack this mess and get back to this Michigan life. Good night!
6 comments:
I know we don't really know each other - I'm Brandon's wife - but that story is hilarious, it's totally a mother of a boy story!!! Thanks for sharing!
That's awesome-- after the fact, i'm sure it was stressful at the time, but seriously, so cute!
That is hilarious!! I love it Jess! Glad your home safe, see you Sunday. Desiree :)
Glad you are back! I have not had to travel with 2 yet, but sure it is coming soon. 1 was hard enough. I will have to ask for tips when the time comes!
Welcome back. We missed you and D.J. ... I mean Thomas ... I mean Lightning McQueen - ka-chow ... ummm, what's his real name again?!?
That is too funny! I'm sure my boys would just start crying if one of the TSA people started talking to them. Then I'm sure I'd be in some REAL trouble.
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