It’s painfully fitting that Joe and I flew too close to the sun, metaphorically speaking, and flapped our waxen, melting (parenting) wings for dear life, while sitting on an airplane.
Yes, we recently experienced every parent’s worst nightmare while trapped in a claustrophobic, man-made aluminum bird, and felt the discomfort and disapproval of a couple of hundred people that suddenly fell dead silent.
Better yet, my mother- and father-in-law were seated just a few rows back.
Ohhhhhh, yes. It happened, people. And – fortunately? unfortunately? – I lived to tell the tale. Continue reading