On today's flight,
I lost and found my driver's license.
I lost and found my iPhone.
Tyler lost and found Squirrely, the stuffed otter that is his bedtime companion.
The boys insisted on referring to SkyMall, this issue with a woman on the cover, as "Girly Magazines."
Tucker cut his finger on his can of sprite. The flight attendant ordered me to apply pressure while she searched the cabin for bandaids.
Tyler discovered where his personal flotation device was hidden, and he perpetually tugged on the chord and begged to give it a try.
Tucker shouted as we landed, as of he were on a roller coaster.
Tyler pretended to fly out of his seat as we touched down.
And still, this pales in comparison to the challenges of traveling with them three years ago.
