Rite of Passage

I successfully made it through a rite of passage of fatherhood last Tuesday. I had to change Emma’s diaper (yes, it was one of those ones) in the bathroom of a 737 at 25,000 feet. If you think those bathrooms are sardine cans, wait till you’re in one with a screaming, kicking, scared-to-death 8 mo. old baby! We both survived, a little frazzled, but better for the wear.

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2 Responses to Rite of Passage

  1. Fun…did you hit any turbulence?

  2. James says:

    No, but that bathroom was so small, I’m not sure we would have noticed the difference!

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