Change of planes followed by a race against the flight curfew makes for more travel drama than I wanted. I am just glad that I don’t have to spend the night unexpectedly.
Me: “It is cold, baby. You need to wear a hat.”
Punkin: “Why aren’t you wearing one?”
Me: “Because I am from western Kansas and made of sterner stuff than all of you.”
Punkin: “You are weird.”