Pardon My Procreation

Claire and I flew to Arkansas this week for a funeral. This was her first flight and she did extremely well. Slept the entire time to my relief.

Now, I understand the dread that might flow through fellow passengers minds as they see that a baby is going to be on their plane. I've even had similar thoughts myself before Claire made her arrival. The thoughts themselves don't bother me. But are the glares, rolling eyes and audible sighs really necessary? I mean, it's not like she was even crying when I walked up to the gate. She was sitting happily in my arms shooting drooly grins at passers-by.

I guess this is why they allow pre-boarding. It allows a parent to escape the unnecessary glares and grunts a few minutes early.

To you, Mr. Grumpy Von Scowley, I present this picture:

"Can I pweeese fly on your plane, mister?"