I'd forgotten about these conversations I had with my kids before they visited last weekend.
You know the kind: when you ask them what they want to eat so you can stock up?
I actually looked for those Oreos.
Then we found out that my "baby boy" had actually never flown by himself.
That was a shocker.
But in his defense, he is a twin, and his school is easy driving and training distance from home.
But this part?
Not because he was folded into a tiny seat,
but because he was absolutely right about me.
I don't, um, like to be aware of other people on the plane, or to be near them.
But don't you like my awesome, reassuring parenting skills?