A couple of days ago I made the crazy decision to travel with my two little ones from Dallas to Atlanta to visit their grandparents. We tried the car ride before and that turned into an unexpected adventure as we got stuck in a snow storm. This time around I did not want to take the chance and booked a flight. 2 hours, what can go wrong, right? I have flown with them before so I knew my girl would be ok but that little bundle of energy what I call my son, I did not know what to expect. So I downloaded a bunch of new apps and even videos which surely would keep him entertained. It's just two hours after all. We made it to the airport in time, dropped of the bags, said good bye to daddy, made it through the security check. So far so good. Now our flight got delayed. Yeah. So we are walking up and down the terminal, but for how long can you do that if your child's spots the m&m in literally every store you pass? Back at the gate my child is playing hide and seek between and behind other passengers seats, screaming at the top of his lungs. I can already see plenty of heads turning thinking to myself that it looks like I will be that mom with that kid on that flight. Finally after a couple more rounds through the nearest stores the Boarding starts, I get my kids situated in their seats and the tray table in front of my youngest needs already his entire attention. Up, down, up, down. Literally out of nowhere my youngest screams out in excitement. Yep, loud enough even the last row can hear it. 
He is actually screaming in that picture. Finally we are moving only to be on the runway to listen to the captain announce another delay. After finally taking off we pull out the entertainment and that luckily kept him occupied for like an hour. I was already thinking we gonna get lucky but no. Here he goes. Squirming out of his seat, continuously greeting our neighbours in front of us, behind us and to not forget the passengers beside us. Who cares that they are trying to sleep, watch movies or just want to relax. Not my son. I want your attention and I get it. A bit later he had the fabulous idea of throwing his toy cars on the floor. I should have just left them there as they kept testing gravity. The best was yet to come, because as soon as my girl needed to use the restroom we were doomed. Of course the little guy wants to follow big sissi to the lavatories and oh boy are they interesting. The smell, the looks, he just can't stay away. He wants to be a big boy and go do his business too. Never mind that he just started potty training. So for everybody to hear, about for 15 minutes, he screams through the entire plane that he wants to go pee. Yes, everybody could hear him. I want to go pee. Over and over again. Nothing helped. No singing, no looking out the window, no electronical device. I want to go pee. Finally I hear an excuse me ma'am through his tears and screams and a friendly neighbour to the left smiles and offers me a lollipop. I am telling you I have never been so happy in my life to see a lollipop. And on another note: Silence, absolutely no noise from that distraught child of mine. Nothing. The only thing moving at this point are his eyes as he follows the treat. 
While he is enjoying the lollipop we are going down and eventually land in Atlanta. Yes we made it. Before leaving the plane we did say a big thanks to the awesome lady helping out with treats. A life safer. We have two weeks before heading back to Dallas. I'll make sure I pack some lollipops, just in case.
