This morning Matt drove our first born to the airport and let Tobin board the aircraft all by himself. Matt said he went without hesitation. It went just as the airlines promised, Matt got to take him to the gate and when it was time to board a stewardess took his hand and became his slave for the duration of the flight. Tobin was showered with snacks and a beverage of his choice, (he choose Root Beer at 9 am, the wildman!). I was a bit nervous the night before. I mean what if he were to refuses to get on the plane last minuet? What if he gets sick on the descent? What if terrorist decide that a commuter flight from Portland to Boise is the best way to get our attention? (I've never claimed to be rational.)
Tobin is sure to have a great week in McCall. Grandma has ice cream on the menu everyday and she is picking up a new pug puppy in Boise right now!