While waiting at the Portland airport for our flight back to Salt Lake City, my nap-deprived, exhausted, grumpy child set out to break a world record for loudest screech produced in a public area.
Frustrated, terrified and desperate, I called Reece to whine about how tough vacation can be.
He suggested I buy Lola a Kids' Meal.
And so I did.
That, and the access to a window seat.