Archer didn't sleep on the airplane.
He didn't want to play with any of his toys either. He didn't want to
watch his DVDs or play with his Etch O' Sketch. He didn't want to play
with his spinny yoyo thingy or his Magna-Doodle or read any of his
books. He didn't want to do anything but try to stand on my face and
open and slam the window shade while simultaneously pressing the
reading lights on and off. On and off and on and on and, yeah-- for five hours.
Archer, pictured above: the calm before the storm, gate 47A, LAX.
We
arrived in Ft. Lauderdale at 5am yesterday morning after THE most
uncomfortable flight of all time, exhausted and just plain ol' sad.
Because it sucks staying up all night. Especially when you WANT to
sleep and you're sick with a weeklong head cold that (shock!) does not
feel any better after a cross-country Red-Eye flight with a
titty-twistering toddler who thinks late-night airplane rides mean
party-time. Ugh.
I would also like to take this
opportunity to let American Airlines know that their decision to play
High School Musical 2 on a Red-Eye is by far the lamest most idiotic
thing ever. High School Musical 2 is not Red-Eye material. High School
Musical 2 should not be screened on a plane at 2am, or anywhere for that matter when
the only people who aren't fast asleep are parents of young children
not amused by singing, dancing candy-coated tweens. And no offense to Zac Efron, but you're no Shia Labeouf, dude. Not even close.
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