We headed to Arizona for a Thanksgiving visit with Mamie and Ken Papa, and I'm proud to say that we're becoming pros at flying with the kids. The secret is junk food, new toys, treats, and for Lucy, an endless supply of "Yo Gabba Gabba." I never thought I would be one of "those people" who brings their stinky McDonald's meal on the plane. But now I will pull out all the stops to keep my kid happy on the flight.
Check out the thirsty boy in the background.
Bottoms up.
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