The Trip

Nicholas is a seasoned traveller now, quietly sitting in his seat, playing games, chewing gum. He knows when to put the gum in so his ears don't pop. He knows that we can buy snacks that are better than the pathetic free peanuts from the flight attendants. He knows there is ice cream at the airport that his mother will buy hoping that the memory of it will keep the kids quiet on the plane. He knows when he gets to CT he'll be spoiled by all of his aunts and grandmother. Why shouldn't he be good? He really enjoyed Uncle Mike's playstation. Whoever created playstation - thanks alot. No, I don't mean it. All the child wants to do is play video games. It's as if his very existance depends upon those games. We did manage to pull him away long enough to swim, pick blueberries, and visit the Trolley Museum. During all of which he continuously asked how much longer until we were home so he could play playstation.