For causing uninterrupted mahem in the fourth-to-back row.
Perhaps Nate and I were too cocky going into the flight. The twins had been perfect little angels on the flight to Dallas (to visit my Mom and family). On the way home, however, we were all tired and perhaps should have given the twins a coctail or two before we boarded... I think we managed to piss off at least 35 people during the 45-minute flight. If Evan and Owen weren't screaming, they were biting or yelling or fighting. Halfway through the flight, Evan made a very stinky poop (thank you very much, dried apricots), so Nate had to change him in his lap in the cramped bathroom while Evan screamed bloody murder the entire time. Nate was ready to sell them to the highest bidder. I was ready to jump out the window.
Will we ever fly with the twins again? Not without one or more of the following:
- A miraculous boost of twin maturity
- Additional adult reinforcement
- A new "no seatbelts allowed" policy
- Serious drugs or alcohol.
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