Huh. Who knew?
All this time, we’ve been stressed out about traveling with the World’s Worst Travelers (seriously – they are terrible). I’ve been breaking out in hives before and during air travel. Yelling during and drinking heavily following car travel (hand to God, there were two years in a row when Blair puked in her carseat. Have you ever tried to get puke out of a carseat in a hotel laundry room. Because I have. Twice.).
And then. And. Then.
We’ve been lucky enough to hitch a ride on a … how do you say … smaller airplane the past few times we’ve been to Longboat Key. And, um … the girls were perfect. Like, legitimate angels. Like, to the point where their Nani went out on a limb and complimented them MULTIPLE times on how they were acting. Which, in normal cases, would guarantee they would start acting like assholes immediately following any sort of nice comment about their behavior. But in this case, it just seemed to make them reach for the stars – and fall asleep. IN THE MORNING! And then sleep almost the entire flight.
Maybe it’s the access to unlimited snacks. Maybe it’s the fact that they can sit facing me and know my eyes are constantly on them. Or maybe they are just messing with me.
Probably that last one.
Either way, it just seems to make sense that this would be the answer to all our prayers.
Watch, next they’ll start requesting drivers and servants. Oh wait – they have one already, and they treat her terribly and tell her how to drive.