The Airplane Lavatory

I'll try to make this short. Just use your imagination to fill in the blanks.

On our flight to Utah for Christmas.
It's a small Delta/Skywest plane.

Here Jack, let me get that chewed up cookie off your shirt.
*sniff sniff*
That ain't cookie. Ew.
On your pants too? Really? Ew.

Mom & Jack shuffle to the teeny tiny lavatory.
Plastic bag, diaper & wipes in hand.

Oh no! The plane is descending, lights are flashing.
GO TO YOUR SEATS.
Still not done w/ the screaming kid in here, sorry!
Ew. Ew. Ew.

Exit lavatory.
With a naked*, blanket clad Jack.
And a plastic bag full of what looks like clothes?

Don't make eye contact w/ anyone.
Please bless the person who has to clean that lavatory.

So grateful Reid is on this flight.

*side note: we had the boys clothes in our carryon bag so Jack didn't have to go out in the frigid 10 degree SLC air nekkid.