Had another smooth flight. Matilda is like the poster child for good babies on the airplane. Which sounds like bragging, but really it is just making me increasingly nervous. With each good flight I am more terrified of the next flight which must certainly be the child-from-hell trip. But that is future-me's problem, right.
We lucked out having all three seats in our row empty and Matilda was perfectly happy to climb around, look out the window, "read" books, eat way too much of the nasty chicken sandwich and flirt with the doting grandma across the way. It's good to be home.
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