Like I mentioned in my previous post, I travel for my job. Since finding out that I'm going to be a dad, I've wondered what it will be like navigating the ridiculous security circus with a carry on that drools and poops. It's a pain in the butt already having to pull out my toiletries and laptop, take off my belt and shoes, and then piece myself together on the other side of the "Magic Make the World Safer" machine. Now I'm going to have to do it with a child.
To give this a little context, I consider myself a bit of a travel snob. I like to see if I can best George Clooney's time in 'Up In The Air' when I get to security and I know better than to pick the security line with a stroller or an elderly couple.
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| "Some guy with a baby just torched you going through security. Quit smiling." |
I also don't expect everyone to be professionals at it, but for God's sake, you can't carry on a 32 oz. bottle of Suave lotion and a straight razor.
I worry about how I will react when I've been dragging the stroller train through the airport, kid screaming, and get behind the inevitable rookie at the gate who has to dig for their boarding pass. That's your ticket, moron! *breathe* Hopefully I don't react that way, and I'm sure I'll be able to compose myself and tell Junior, "if I ever find out that you didn't have your boarding pass out, I'll disown you". Teaching moment...
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| If you'd had your boarding pass, we wouldn't have had to hike it little man. |
Traveling, specifically flying, with a little one is going to be challenging when it happens. It will test my self-control and my wife's patience. I'm actually writing this blog post while on my way to Chicago, sitting across from the most well-behaved little 2-year-old girl I've ever encountered on a plane. And she keeps smiling at me as if she has some inkling as to what I'm in for.
Have you ever flown with your child? How was that adventure?
