Thanksgiving Trip

As with any activity that requires us to leave the house, there is always adventure and humor attached to it. This past week we went to see Jenny's folks for Thanksgiving. This meant a plane trip. For at least two weeks prior to the trip, Hannah prayed that the plane wouldn't crash...she's 5, why is she even thinking about it? I need to limit her TV time.

Besides looking like a train wreck going through security, Allie decides she needs to "do it herself" in preparing for the march through the metal detector. She sits on the floor and pulls of her shoes and coat. Then she runs up the the bins and tosses them in. Unfortunately, she put them in some other lady's bin on top of her laptop!

We then proceed to make the long walk all the way to the Southwest gates at the very end of the terminal. All the while, a spectacle for everyone to behold. The girls run ahead looking for our gate number. As we reach the gate, the girls head left while Jenny and I head right to our gate.

We call the girls over to us and Madi and Hannah go plowing through the middle of a row of seats. Since they are not shy, they stepped (or attempted to crawl) around everyone. Allie on the other hand is too short to see where everyone went. She just hears my voice. So, I call her again.

Since she still can't see me, I walk half way to her until she can see me. She makes eye contact with me and then the little punk starts looking up at the ceiling (like angels are calling her) yelling, "Dad? Dad? Where did you go? Dad? Dad? Where are you?"

Half the airport thinks I ditched my kid and the other half is laughing hysterically at us.

P.S. Right before we boarded the plane, Allie runs across 8 chairs to a guy on a cell phone to exclaim, "I got a new scooter for my birthday!"

Can you teach shyness?