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horror stories
We didn't really have any bad travel stories. The plane trip home with our son from Paris to Atlanta was miserable. No exploding diapers, but my son screamed bloody murder everytime I took him to the bathroom to use the diaper changing table. It wasn't the diaper change it was the small space with the door closed. It freaked him out. I'm sure that everyone on that plane dreaded the screams when they saw me headed towards the bathroom.
The other bad part of that same flight was that my son didn't want me to sit down. He would cry and scream if I went to sit down, so my husband and I tag teamed standing in the back of the plane with our 17 month old son. I don't think I've ever stood that long on a plane before. There were some (angels) people that came back and offered to help me out. A few women held him so I could go to the bathroom and get a drink while my husband tried to sleep some. A man even came over and hugged my son and I and said thank you for doing what you are doing. It was weird.
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