And so Monday morning we're back at the airport ready to board a small plane to Seattle--from there to Dullas (Washington) and then to Binghamton. Ev charmed many of the passengers around him. If only all children his age would be such a joy to travel with. He learned the word "propeller" and told me what it does. He also told a fellow traveler that he was flying to "Seattle," pronounced very clearly. All flights were on time, with enough time between to get sufficient lunch and dinner. I could not resist Five Guys fries at Dullas, "balanced" with a veggie sandwich, something I had never seen at a Five Guys. We finally arrived home a bit after midnight.
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