Today we flew back from Chicago. The Southwest Airlines flight attendant asked the man sitting next to me to move so that Charlotte could have her own seat. She loves it! She kept stroking the armrests, saying "Mine." She was so happy sitting there that I actually was able to read an entire article in the airline magazine. I can't remember the last time that happened!
The last week of travel caught up with Alistair. He napped a significant portion of our drive home from Manchester Airport. I carried him inside (he woke up briefly), then I put him on the couch to attend to Charlotte and he fell asleep half on and half off the couch. Charlotte put a pillow on his head and drove the Percy train on the pillow as well as on Alistair's back. He didn't even flinch.
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