(family) party at the logan hilton

Here Schuyler is actually wearing Charlie's size 6-12 mos pants (which barely fit him)

Trapped in an airport hotel with two disoriented kids. What a blast! Don't touch that. Put that down. No, that's someone else's baby. Don't lick the steak knife. No, you have to pay for that first. Mmmmm. Fun. So we bathe the kids and get Charlie to sleep in the pack-n-play in the room and finish reading our book to Schuyler. And it's 7pm and lights out time. So Liz and I decide that we will order a kid movie and let Schuyler (i.e. us) stay up a bit later than usual. Problem: All the kids movies appear to cost $17 (when did Disney become more expensive than pornography?). So we decided to be Parents of the Year and order up a cheaper PG Romantic Comedy and let Schuyler watch with us. We justified it on the basis that it had a baby in it. Schuyler watches the occasional Sprout TV educational burst of Little Pim french videos but has never sat through more than ten minutes of television. Amazingly, she sat through the whole thing without moving once and cried when it was over ("I want to watch more tv!") which was funny and disturbing at the same time. I wonder what she would think of the Chucky films?