Our plane has just passed the International Date Line, has traveled almost eight hours at frightening speeds, and our children are averaging their third movie and their umpteenth snack and drink of the flight. On the whole, my boys, sitting with Treavor, have been staring at their personal entertainment screens, watching Japanese pre-school cartoons and playing video games. I love the Information Age. Kyla, after eating a snack and napping a few hours, has been generally busy. Busy. BUSY!
We went on a "walk" around the plane to search out all the other babies on board, waved, got down their names and moved on to more interesting territory.
By "more interesting territory" I mean, the bathroom.
Seriously folks, if you're at a loss to what to do with your child on a overseas flight...take a field trip to the bathroom. We washed our hands, went potty (not necessarily in this particular order), made silly faces in the mirror, tried the complimentary lotion AND the Jasmine scented facial spray (lovely!)...
...and then there was an unfortunate incident with the sippy cup. Rather, the lid of the sippy cup. It may or may not have landed in the toilet.
I kid you not...the toilet.
I was innocently trying to wash out the remains of Kyla's third helping of milk...when I dropped it promptly in the (empty! Praise God, Hallelujah!) toilet. Could I have wisely closed the lid of the toilet seat while I did my blessed washing....oh, no! That would be too smart!
So after about three complete scrubbings with soap and the hottest water I could manage from the safety-sink in the plane's bathroom...we're good as new.
Let's just hope Treavor doesn't read this entry. He might banish me from watching Kyla for the rest of the trip...
On second thought, maybe I should forward this directly!
Off to endure the second leg of our trip: Seoul to Thailand. You'll be hearing from me again soon if I can regain my ability to type after jet-lagging myself into this next new season of our ordinary life in the wild. Thanks for reading, friends!