The flight home was hell. Four hours of a screaming, hollering, tantrum throwing toddler. Yes, I was THAT person that everyone wanted to toss from the emergency exit at 40,000 feet.
All the DVD's, special toys, snacks, stickers, dinosaurs, magnadoodles were for naught (thank god I saved the receipts)...our attempts at distraction pissed him off more causing fellow travelers to make mental notes to schedule vasectomies and tube tyings for Monday.
Thirty minutes from landing, Darling Husband and I sweaty, exhausted and humilated, ordered a bottle of wine from a flight attendant who could only hope the bottle would be used as a club.
Chug. Chug. Chug from us.
Silence from Baby Boy.
After all that and all we had to do was give him an airline wine bottle and wadded napkins for him to stuff inside. (With maybe a drop or two leftover for good measure.)