Highlights of the return trip:
- Robin chose the day of our flight to begin cutting teeth numbers five and six. He was understandably crabby about it. Not as crabby as my nipples, though.
- A man leaned over us to get at the overhead bin, and Wren grabbed his crotch. I don’t know who was more embarrassed, him or me. It certainly wasn’t Wren, though; she was grinning away like a mad thing.