The Real Airport Fun

After gaining a profound appreciation for my diplomatic passport, I had a little magic in the airport waiting area. Two little Kashmiri girls, roughly age six and four, took an interest in what I was typing and decided to assist. Their parents were, as parents tend to me, nervous they were disturbing me. Disturbing me? I haven't seen my kids in five weeks.

I called off the parents and entertained with pictures of "American kids with Cillenela" and iPhone movies of Caleb doing the robot. We, especially I, passed the time quite joyfully.