I Don't Understand

Right now, Mommy, Daddy and I are on a plane heading to New York.

They're both very sad. I can sense it.

I'm sitting between them, but I might as well be a million miles away.

I don't understand why, but I do know that I need to do something about this.

Daddy, look at me. Yeah, you. Right in the eyes. Got me? Good. Okay, I'm gonna stick my tongue out at you. You do now. Good, Daddy. Good.

Now I'm gonna say, "Ggkgkgkshhhhh!" and I want you to repeat it back to me. Go ahead. Do it. Say it.

Yes!

Okay, now I'm gonna bend my knees so I go up and down on your legs as you hold me. I'm gonna do that six times. And I'm gonna flap my arms wildly. And now, I'm gonna give you the biggest smile I can give someone.

Wait. Is that? Could it be?

Daddy, are you...smiling?

Yes!

Cheer up, Daddy. We'll get through this.