Frequent flier

With Grandpa as our witness, we hereby testify that our little boy does much better in airplanes than cars. He hops on a plane with nary a peep and flashes his silent grin at anyone who looks his way. Then he gets in a car and screams like he's being kidnapped. Now that we pause to think about it, this may not be all bad. Nevertheless, it'll be nice when he can rack up his own miles.