the last leg

 

Trying to cobble together a dinner for the kids without leaving the gate was a challenge but we found some nice popcorn (always a hit) but no real way to serve it to the kids on the flight - we needed separate bags for each of them.  Then I remembered the Motion Sickness bags!  Perfect!

Charlie contemplates the Child Free life and has an miniature existential crisis.

There weren't enough taxis.  So we ended up sharing a cab with someone ostensibly going to Tucker's Point.  Only they weren't.  It was dark and late and this woman had only been to the house she was staying at once before.  And now she was trying to find it in the dark.  With us in the back biting our tongues and regretting not waiting for another taxi to come along.  She gave vague hints ("it's near the bridge... um... there's a bridge or a tunnel") and finally we figured out she needed to go next door to Mid Ocean.  Meanwhile, the kids passed out - waaaaaay past bedtime and we finally made it back to home sweet home.