By the time my daughter was 3, we had taken many plane trips. One afternoon, while driving in Boston with my daughter safely strapped into her car seat, we hit a particularly car-rattling pothole. All of a sudden I heard a sweet voice from behind asking: “Have we landed yet?”
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