This is supposed to be fun?
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Daddy tried to buckle me in my seat, but I wiggled out of the lap belt and leaped into his lap, insisting on sitting there through taxi & takeoff. I squirmed, kicked, and SCREAMED: "I don't wanna go up up up." "I'm scared." I said I wanted to poop, which I throw out as the nuclear option when I want out of a situation. Once at cruising, I did #1, not #2. Then I calmed down to watch a movie on DVD.
I got nervous as the plane descended and eventually reverted back to a scream. But the air was more stable, so I was OK upon entering the taxiway. I even gave the pilot a high-five upon deplaning.
And what did I say after all that, as I walked to our car? "I wanna ride the airplane again." My Daddy's thinking in his head: "Sheesh." Everyone is just hoping that I don't develop an airplane phobia as a result of this experience.
See pics here.