Yet there I was, returning to New York City with body odor ripening as my deodorant quickly vanished under the stress of what would be the flight from hell because I was flying with your baby.
Kids intuitively know, deep down in their DNA, when the flight door closes, it’s time to freak the hell out. Parents — good luck with that.
My son had become “that kid” on the plane.
As if flying with kids didn’t already suck. Share your horrible travel stories related to traveling with children … or offer up one successful tip.
A recent survey found 59% of air travelers favor a family-only section on planes, or even child-free flights. But will moms and dads go for such an idea?
Recently, we have had a lot of travel discussion on this blog including travel tips from Pauline Frommer and some […]