Not sure why this story by Michelle Malkin about the idiocy of Barbara Walters reminded me of this but it did. When my first daughter was about 5 months old we, my wife and I, took her to see her Grandmother and Grandfather, my parents, who live in Las Vegas. Now you have to understand that my first child was absolutely the model baby. And I'm not saying this because I am her father but because on the trip out she was an absolute darling not a single peep. She even enjoyed the pickles we gave her at Dallas/Ft Worth airport, though that puckered look is still a vivid memory.

Well we had a terrific visit where she absolutely wowed everyone who met her. Went to restaurants where she slept on my arm and all in all was so good that my mom asked if she ever cried. Not much because unlike her sister she had absolutely no ear problems and indeed the first time she was ever sick she was almost 4 years old. All three of my children have been breast fed and to imagine not doing so is almost criminal. The benefits to their health and well being far outweigh any inconveniences.

Sooooo on the trip back to New Orleans we are sitting in our seats and I am holding Anna on my lap. (Yea Anna is the one who got seriously injured 7 years later) The plane is loaded and on the entire plane only one seat is left, the one right beside me. But oddly we seem to be delayed and fairly soon the reason for the delay pops up in front of me. Its a 30 something Yuppie Business Lady who refuses to sit next to me because she doesn't like babies. And being the polite witch that she is she is not afraid to let anyone know what she thinks of sitting next to a snot nosed brat. Finally the Flight Attendants convince her that there is no other seats available and that her only option is to either sit next to me and my "snot nosed brat" or to get off the plane.

So with a big huff she sits down. I looked into my daughters eyes and thats when I knew I had a special child (all three are special for that matter must be the genes). She knew what I was thinking and I knew she knew.

She cried for the entire flight and I have never heard a more joyous sound. Evil old bastard eh?
Michelle Malkin: MOMMYBLOGGING: ON THE BOOB TUBE

Thanks Michelle for the link! Wow blogging is pretty incredible for making the world so small. Take a look around and please make yourselves at home. I am a late starting dad who takes the war on Terror real seriously. Not much patience with anyone who gets in the way.

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