My traveling buddy on his trip to (and from) Dallas

Hey!  There are planes outside the window!  PLANES, MOMMY!

I love love love the play area outside Gate C18.  I think I went down this slide 49 times.

Holy cow!  This plane is so cool!  And I got my own seat!!

Those dudes out there with the luggage sure are having fun throwing those bags around.

I think Bubba Bear needs me to feed him some pretzels.

Now that we're on our way home from Dallas, I can honestly say that I love to fly on an airplane.

And I seriously LOVE these little bags of pretzels.

All right!  Last plane from Houston to Nashville.  Let's get this puppy off the ground!

What?  Whaddya mean this flight is full and I have to sit on your lap?  I think I should demand to play with my cars the whole time and throw a fit if you don't pick them up immediately every time I drop them accidentallyonpurpose.  It shouldn't be a problem for you to bend down to blindly grope around on that dirty airplane floor to retrieve my cars with me sitting on your lap and sitting next to a guy with the broadest shoulders in the world, right?  Right??

[Actually, Petey was a pretty darn good boy on the airplanes.  He didn't fly nearly as much as his sister did in her first few years of life, but you would never know he's not a seasoned pro.  Soon he'll be too old to be a lap child and I'll have to pony up and buy him his own seat on an airplane.  He's growing up so fast!]