Bubble Blowhard
Partly Cloudy
Tracking Our Progress
The Pool Life
It Wasn’t Me
Is This Seat Taken?
Rough Trail Ahead
What the Hail
Exit ->
#AG4AG
Empty
Slid
You’ll Be Selling Popcorn at the Airport
The idea was to get her to fall asleep. Ainsley was tired; we all were. Weather had delayed our flight, the final flight from Cleveland back to Sioux Falls, for at least an hour Ian was content to re-watch Frozen yet another time, whereas Ainsley, at 20 months, wasn’t so easily placated. I got her into the stroller and pushed on.
“Let’s see what’s going on,” I said, and we joined the throng.