I flew to Orlando last week and my friend Ed was right; for everyone on the flight to Orlando, it was their first time to fly. Ever. There was a mix of delight and bewilderment among the crowd of the very young, the tense parents and the less frequent grandparents.

I experienced pacifier rage and obese child rage whilst observing a, perhaps five-year-old speaking in complete sentences around a paci and another, extremely portly child snacking his way onto the plane and throughout the flight. And then the kid in front of me across the aisle puked the entire bag of gummi bears mom and dad had been feeding her for two hours to keep her quiet. Hot gummi vomit is a worse smell than you might imagine. Yes, apparently I’ve lost my patience as a parent and can no longer tolerate traveling with children. I am the grumpy business traveler who glares at you when you yell at your crying child, trying to make her stop.

But then, I got to go to BlogOrlando, which was great, and spent the weekend with my sister — realizing only now that this is the only time in my life I have ever spent the weekend with just my sister. I’m 36. I was four when she left for college. We hardly ever even lived together!

So if you’re flying to Orlando, soon — don’t say I didn’t warn you.

And hey, you — spend some time with your sister!

P.S. No one at the unconference thought we looked anything alike and people did not even GUESS we are sisters.

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