Also, today Colette learned the ridiculousness of TS. She snuck a boxed chocolate milk into her bag, so I took it out to be scanned.
TSA Agent: how old is she? Me: 3 TSA: this is too big, she can’t keep it Me: well can I just say it’s for my son over there who is 1? TSA: well it would have to be his only drinking source, but you already said it was for her, so no
Colette proceeds to wail because the mean lady took her chocolate milk. Thankfully Daddy remedied the situation.
I thought all was forgiven until we got to Atlanta…
Colette: remember that mean lady who took my chocolate milk? Me: yeah that was sad, wasn’t it? Colette: can we never go back to her again?!