I had a lovely flight back to the mainland with Allison the Three Year-Old Anti-Christ sitting behind me kicking the seat (“Allison don’t kick the seat”, “Allison don’t kick the seat”, Allison don’t kick the seat”…. repeat ineffectively) and the whining, crying, screaming, and general overall petulance. For five hours. A good case could be made for legalizing the sale of over-the-counter Ether-Moist Towlettesâ„¢.
Anyway, I went over with my daughter
She’s a pretty darn good kid too. Unlike Allison.
Regular blogging will resume Tuesday.