On the first flight Nolan was great. He basically slept the whole way. The flight back home was a different story. You see, while we were in San Antonio (Aunt Winky's Wedding) Nolan learned to scream! I mean high pitched, ear piercing screaming. Anyway, he was standing on my lap as we were waiting to take off trying to get the attention of the women across the isle. When I looked over I noticed that she wasn't paying attention. After Nolan made a couple of glances with no luck of getting the attention he wanted...well you know what happened...he screamed at the top of his lungs. Of corse the women looked and Nolan gave her the ol' cheesy grin followed by the traditional drop of the head into Daddy's shoulder. What a flirt!
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