![]() 05/14/2016 at 13:17 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
I’m at the airport, really bored. Wife made trail mix, candy cigarettes too pricey here, heading to Florida soon to suffer the heat and visit family.
![]() 05/14/2016 at 13:19 |
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What airport?
![]() 05/14/2016 at 13:21 |
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Detroit. It’s “exciting”, lol
![]() 05/14/2016 at 13:33 |
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They need to be iced, you pleb.
![]() 05/14/2016 at 13:34 |
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“Exciting” in the sense that a near-death experience is “exciting"?
![]() 05/14/2016 at 13:54 |
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This pleb already ate the iced ones. They were delicious.
![]() 05/14/2016 at 13:55 |
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Exciting as in “this is my daughters first flight, it’s 3 hours long, waiting for the plane to come and she’s already bored” exciting.
![]() 05/14/2016 at 14:04 |
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I still pretend the lion is eating the other animals who are fleeing in terror
![]() 05/14/2016 at 14:14 |
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And now I will, thank you. :)
![]() 05/14/2016 at 14:18 |
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My dad always told me that the endangered ones taste the best.
You’re lucky. I flew to Germany from Chicago when my kid was 5 months old and again at about 18 months. The first trip he loved sucking on pickles (ew) which are a terrible food on a plane. The second time he loved grapes and wanted the $6 grapes and pretzel tray in the terminal. Naturally, he threw it all up later.
![]() 05/14/2016 at 18:03 |
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There were more tv screens on the headrests. My kids was really good until the map of Florida disappeared as we arrived, she threw a fit. Blame me too, naturally.