Mommy, Daddy and I finally flew back to San Francisco from New York. As usual, Daddy booked us a flight on JetBlue just so I can watch college basketball for six hours (at least that's what he tells me). However, we sat on the plane for a good hour before we took off, and then when we finally took air, it was rough.
Mommy was upset and scared.
Daddy put up a brave front.
Although I felt their trepidation and understood their concern, I gotta admit: Yep, that was a small and barely noticeable smile appear on the right side of my mouth.
Where do I get in line again?
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