While waiting in the O’Hare airport, an elderly woman looked over, eyes sparkling, a comforting smile on her face. “You have a beautiful family,” she said. Before I could even finish my reply of “Thank you” and whatever else we were going to discuss, my husband shouted “Oh my, ughhh” as he realized our one-year-old had a poop explosion all over the chair he was sitting on. About the very same time, our four-year-old rammed his pretend airplane into the side of the face of our six-year-old.
Life sure didn’t feel beautiful at that moment.
We boarded the next plane, only to sit on the runway with a screaming baby for a solid 20 minutes. I was certain we would be escorted off the plane at any moment, but instead, we were offered assistance by the stewardess multiple times and not given one dirty look or nasty comment…at least not directly.