Norway is beautiful and we are here. Sounds like a postcard. The trip over was very not very pleasant. The Boy Child was apprehensive. When the Viking Bride got up to change the baby before the plane took off, the Boy Child was hysterical that the plane was going to leave Mamma behind. No reassurance calmed him -- he was certain his mother had to leave the plane to go to the potty and no one would hold the plane until she returned. Very sweet.
Upon arrival, we lingered in a very long line at passport control. The Boy Child wandered about 10 feet or so away from me and called back in a loud clear voice, as only a 3 year old can:
Boy Child: Are we in Norway?Me: Yes
Boy Child: So, where are the trolls?
All the tired people in the line laughed.
More to come when I am less tired. Thanks for all the good wishes.
Posted by Random Penseur at June 27, 2006 12:56 AM | TrackBackI love that child. There's a slightly older female child I would love to introduce to him.
; )
Posted by: Christina at June 27, 2006 07:16 AMTranscontinental travel is tough enough on kids, the airlines & govt agencies don't seem to make things easier even though they can.
Yes, there were trolls everywhere he just didn't spot them.
Posted by: michele at June 29, 2006 12:02 PMCan you get me a t-shirt? "RP went to Norway and all I got was this bloody troll"
and then a picture of a troll doll.
OK... I need more sleep, have a good holiday!
Posted by: Oorgo at June 29, 2006 06:19 PMSo what did you tell him?
Posted by: Hannah at July 3, 2006 12:48 AM