Everything seemed to get off to a good start. We went to bed at a reasonable hour, mostly packed and oatmeal soaking for a quick breakfast for the kids. We’d be getting them up a little early, not way before the crack of dawn like on other trips, to get on the road to the airport by 7:30. This would give up plenty of time to get to OIA in time for our 10:05 flight to Albany. But you know what they say about the “best laid plans of mice and men.”
It broke down near the end of my shower. CavWife went to get the kids up. CavBoy had peed so much it soaked through his diaper, PJs (which we were hoping to have him wear on the flight) and into his sheets. So CavWife was involved with stripping his bed and sent him into a still-dripping dad to strip him down and put him on the potty.
This was the morning that he decided he had to poop first thing. And it took time as the minutes quickly went by. Suddenly I heard CavGirl screaming from the kitchen. To help avoid illness being passed around the plane, we gave the kids Airborne. CavWife mistakenly put it in CavGirl’s water bottle. So, it fizzed away building up pressure until CavGirl opened it. It erupted, spraying our very dramatic/traumatic daughter. So much for not having to change her clothes…
Cavman Considers 