Last month, my son flew for the first time. We went to Ohio to visit my dad and brother. It’s a pretty short flight – not even an hour. He did really well on it, but I think that’s because an hour’s not a very long time to devote all your energy to entertaining someone with an attention span of two minutes. An eight hour flight? I’d get boring real quick and I’d probably need some booze to make me more entertaining, haha. (Just kidding. My son thinks I’m a great dancer when I’m sober.)
If you’ve never flown before, people with small children (generally defined as under four) get to board first. This is so we can strategically spread out so everyone in the plane can enjoy a crying baby. It’s actually pretty sweet, and I wish I thought to have a baby with me earlier because I used to do more traveling before I had a kid. Hm. That doesn’t seem fair.