Ahhh, holiday travel. When the peanuts are banned and the in-flight
movie's been hacked up and G-rate-ified just when a bit of Brad Pitt booty
would do you do you so much good, when your small child and all the crap they
require during a simple cross-country trip could very easily outweigh you and
the four people you feel sorry for sitting around you. Oh, and then there's all
the pee. In the name of jet-fueled in-law exasperation and the Baby Jesus, don't
forget all the pee.
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