I am in the middle of a stretch of 8 plane rides in 3 weeks. Two trips for work, and an upcoming vacation. I am writing this upon my arrival to my hotel in Carlsbad, CA. I noticed that the plane ride to Orange County, CA is a little different than other plane rides, let’s see… what could it be… oh yeah, the kids! An airport so close to Disneyland can only mean that there are more kids on the plane than normal. The little girl (probably Emma’s age) that sat in front of me with her mom kept me entertained. I heard all of the following during the flight:
- “Can we go on a ride right after we get off the plane?”, “No dear, we have to wait until tomorrow”, “OK… as long as we get up early and get into line before anyone else.”
- After the plane lifts off the ground: “We’re in the air Mom! Can I roll down the window?”
- Again, as the plane is lifting off: “I see Grandma’s house! I think she is waving at us!”
- “Mom, can we only go on rides that don’t have a line? I don’t like waiting in lines…” (she’s going to be disappointed)
- After returning from the bathroom with her Mom, she turns to Dad sitting on the other side of the aisle and proclaims “Dad! There’s no water in the toilets!”
- I guess it suddenly dawns on her that her older sister Ava (sitting across the aisle) is also going to be going to Disneyland: “Mom, do we have to take Ava with us? Can she just stay at the hotel?”
- After landing, Mom explains that they have to go to the hotel: “Why? I don’t want to go there, can we go and wait for Disneyland to open?”
Ahhh… kids. Sometimes very cute.
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