Daddy Needs a Drink
Our kids are now at the age at which they need very little supervision when we fly. Since it’s almost impossible to get four seats in a row, my wife Lala and I often sit together while Poppy and London huddle over a tiny screen in silence across the aisle. Not a bad deal: We’re forgiven for ignoring our precious little gems and they can order rounds of soft drinks freely while we pretend not to notice
