Strangers On A Plane
There is a strange thing parents do when they're sitting in the 'lounge' waiting to board a plane. I have a baby strapped to my chest (I'm already sweating), and I'm carrying a backpack as well as a bag in each hand. My husband has just folded up two cumbersome strollers and is attempting to talk our toddler off the floor for the third time this morning - he is also sweating. But behind our calm exteriors, no one would know that we're executing an intense search of the crowd of faces in front of us. Looking at each individual and sizing them up - wondering what kind of people they really are. The type who will loathe sitting near the family that brought '2 under 2' on a transatlantic flight, or the type who will humor us by smiling kindly at the babies before putting their earplugs in. We are lucky enough to be able to visit my husband's family in England each year, and although we have travelled with kids a handful of times now, I should mentio
