I’ve talked before about flying with the Fudgelet. It’s never easy. It’s never fun. Do you ever enjoy flying? I didn’t even when I was single. There is always something to worry about, I feel gross before/during/after, there are so many lines and so much waiting around, and it takes so long (mostly because our trips tend to be cross-country). But, as the Fudgelet has gotten older, some of it has gotten easier. Thankfully, he is able to entertain himself a little and I imagine this will only continue. So, I can give him a toy, maybe provide a little demonstration/instruction, and then let him play.