Here we are in the icy tundra of Upstate NY for a visit with my family which required another travel adventure for the little boy and me.
It was uneventful except for the short "throwing" phase during which the little maniac threw everything he could get his grabby little hands on across the aisle. In-flight magazines, animal crackers, and his glow worm were victims of his powerful discus throw.
The glow worm ricocheted off a seat and landed at the feet of a stern Delta flight attendant who told me that in close quarters it would be best if he dropped items straight down instead of launching them toward innocent passengers.
She went on for about 30 seconds too long and all I could say back, in just as stern a voice, was "I know."
Were I faster on my feet and not trying to wrangle a squirmy 13 month old, I would have said, "Can you sit down and explain that to him? I'm sure he'll understand."
I hate when I come up with the retort 24 hours too late.
What would you have said? Or would you have simply handed the boy the glow worm and hoped for a bullseye?