I'm not an emotional person. In high school, one of my nicknames was Spock, because I was so logical and unemotional. I was also unofficially selected as "most likely to get emotional" (a joke obviously).

But I started feeling a little guilty/sad about leaving the little guy behind. He's such a happy kid - whenever I come down, D basically gives me the rock star treatment. He's so happy to see me - he let's out a huge smile and yells out "da-lo!" (which is how he says "daddy"). Then he runs over in his spastic way and gives me a big hug.

But he loves his aunt and grandma, so I'm glad he wasn't upset when I left him. I told Mrs. Fly if he gets hysterical, one of us will have to fly back early, and she gave me the "whatchootalkinabout Willis?" look. All right buddy, looks like you're on your own for a few days.

We had taken G on the plane several times before, but it's been about three years since the last time, so I don't think he remembers. We got a window seat, so it's nice watching a kid's reaction to something new. He got tired of it after 5 minutes and went back to watching the Avatar (Last Airbender) I put on for him on his itouch. I remember staring outside the plane window for like an hour the first time I took a plane. Apparently I was a simpleton - some would say I still am.