Sort of. Lyla and I took a solo flight last week to meet up with Mark, who was guest lecturing at his alma mater. It was a trip to Ohio, so we're not exactly jetsetters, but we survived on our own just fime. The blood, sweat and tears of getting past security at LGA at 5 pm on a Thursday was all worth it to see my little lady walk through the metal detector all by herself and give the TSA guy a high five.
Mark asked how the flight was and my response was that it was "tolerable". No crying but she literally did not stop talking for the entire flight (I even gave her a pacifier to put a cork in her but it didn't help). Here is how we kept busy:
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