High Flying Fun at the Airport
Nobody likes to hang around an airport waiting for his or her sure-to-be-delayed flight, especially parents who know their mischievous little ones can easily find trouble.
My son takes this opportunity to jump on large pieces of rolling luggage as some weary traveler whizzes by or, if he's quick enough, onto one of those supersized golf carts that transport the elderly and infirm. He also uses this time to learn about electronic gadgets. Nobody with an iPod or portable DVD can sit anywhere near us without having to give my boy a tutorial. I cringe when I see a businessman working on a report and Hendrick rushing over to press his sticky fingers on the keyboard.
Those days are over, thanks to a novel concept at several airports.
On our way to Florida yesterday to visit Grandma and Grandpa Schoonejongen, we discovered a playground at Philadelphia International Airport - right in the terminal where we had to wait for our flight. All I can say is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. (And, of course, what took you so long? But I'm trying to stay positive.)
Hendrick's spirits were flying high as he took the controls of the jet plane, sat in an old-styled propeller plane and climbed up to the control tower and came back down the slide.
John and I were able to calmly eat our lunch as we watched him play with two little girls.
When we arrived in Tampa, I noticed another airplane-themed playground outside the gate. It looked brand new, but we didn't stop to check it out.
Having to show up for a flight two hours early used to be a real headache. The playgrounds at least made the wait tolerable.
My son takes this opportunity to jump on large pieces of rolling luggage as some weary traveler whizzes by or, if he's quick enough, onto one of those supersized golf carts that transport the elderly and infirm. He also uses this time to learn about electronic gadgets. Nobody with an iPod or portable DVD can sit anywhere near us without having to give my boy a tutorial. I cringe when I see a businessman working on a report and Hendrick rushing over to press his sticky fingers on the keyboard.
Those days are over, thanks to a novel concept at several airports.
On our way to Florida yesterday to visit Grandma and Grandpa Schoonejongen, we discovered a playground at Philadelphia International Airport - right in the terminal where we had to wait for our flight. All I can say is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. (And, of course, what took you so long? But I'm trying to stay positive.)
Hendrick's spirits were flying high as he took the controls of the jet plane, sat in an old-styled propeller plane and climbed up to the control tower and came back down the slide.
John and I were able to calmly eat our lunch as we watched him play with two little girls.
When we arrived in Tampa, I noticed another airplane-themed playground outside the gate. It looked brand new, but we didn't stop to check it out.
Having to show up for a flight two hours early used to be a real headache. The playgrounds at least made the wait tolerable.
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