parktrotter

I expended great ingenuity in trying to keep the kids occupied in the Anaheim airport, but was mostly bested by the problem. You can buy them junk food, but in the end, it is a question of how much fun they can squeeze from crawling over and under the seats. One would think that the aircraft would be a distraction, but in fact a four year old tires of the planes quickly.

Dustin is eleven, and can read or do Sodoku or the like. After a few hours, I rustled up some sports pages for him to look at. No need to buy one: they were lying around all over the place. Lewis needed activity, or food, and got both. When we finally got on the plane, five hours late, he fell asleep so deeply that he did not stir until the next day.