flying, again?
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2011.01.03
Today we flew from Vancouver to Toronto. It was one flight too many, for Kenny.
Hell, it was one flight too many for Papa, too. But by about the mid-way mark (hello, Estevan, Saskatchewan) he started to really squirm and whinge. Happily, though, he learned how to use headphones during the flight from Tokyo to Vancouver and was content with watching some of the kid's shows.
When we landed he spotted Grandma and ran through the exit ahead of Mari to run into her open arms. Kid knows how to make an entrance!
Welcome to your new life in a new land, kiddo.