Laying over

I am in the St. Louis airport, in to hour two of a three hour layover.  The only reason I am able to write right now is because of this mom.

They started by playing catch with the tennis ball I brought. Brady told the kid he was not good at catching...then they moved on to cartoons.

The boys did great on the first leg of the trip. Our final destination is Minnesota, because who doesn't want to go there  in February?  We had a large dance team in our first flight, and not to throw out stereotypes, but envision who would be on a competitive dance team from small-town North Carolina, and you probably nailed it.  The good news is that I would not have the loudest children on the plane. The cheers began before we took off. There was a confrontation behind me between a dance mom and a tired passenger. I missed the beginning part, but the dance mom's response was, "I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was sleeping. I'm sorry someone is trying to have just a tinch of fun on this plane. Go back to sleep."

Don't mess with dance moms.

The other excitement occurred when the mom in front of me opened her sippy cup. I got doused (and I'm not overexaggerating) with Apple juice. The air pressure catapulted the liquid over the chair and directly on to my hair, which now has a very different texture than when I started the day.

We had an early lunch at Chilis, where Brady set up a game, Splenda vs Equal. The chicken fingers came before we determined a winner.

We are about an hour away from take-off and I'm praying for some sleeping children. Jackson is trying to get some guy to share his Auntie Anne's pretzel, so off I go!

Edited: I held off pretzel man, but Jackson controlled goldfish lady.