Yesterday I came home via 2 airplanes. Contrary to Mommy's worst fears, I was a very cooperative baby and didn't give her too bad of a time (of course, this damages my street cred as a Pudget, but trust me, I will redeem myself in the future).
Here are the highlights:
1) At LAX, I saw an adorable little girl wandering around near the gate. We sized each other up, then I ran up and gave her a big hug!
2) On my first flight, I flirted with the woman sitting behind us by looking at her through the gap between the seats, then looking away every time she smiled at me.
3) At the Cincinnati airport, I spotted a Sponge Bob display from about 50 feet away with my eagle eyes and screamed, "Sponge Bob!" When Mommy took me over to look at the display, I called the big ones "Daddy Sponge Bob."
4) Also at Cincinnati, I demonstrated my proficiency in logo recognition. On passing the CNBC News store, I screamed "News! News!" (Mommy thinks this means I can read, but really I just associate the NBC peacock with news.) Later, when we went by a Starbucks, I screamed "Coffee!" (again, no reading here--the aroma of fresh coffee was a dead give-away).
5) Also at Cincinnati, I wandered into a Hudson News store, saw an overpriced fluffy duck, and refused to leave until Mommy bought it for me. I named it "Desdemona" ("Desi" for short).
6) On the way home to Charlottesville, I spotted the moon from my seat and screamed "Moon!" so everyone on the plane would know how smart I am.
7) When I spotted Daddy at the Charlottesville airport, I laughed and pointed and said "Daddy!" I specifically requested that he tackle me while we waited for the luggage to arrive.
