As I've blogged before, my brother flies for American.
On the other hand, I have to be heavily-sedated or drunk to fly. It's an irrational fear I fully embrace.
And/so, while I will admit the Pediatrician in me found the "child's play at JFK" cute and charming, the once-in-a-very-great-while-air-passenger who has to consume a thermos full of half-Bailey's Irish Cream/half-coffee to stay calmly in her seat for take-off found it very scary.
I hope they don't crucify the controllers involved. The kid actually did a good job;)
