The Key to Daddy's Sanity!

Traveling to Washington State with the boys is a lesson in patience and flexibility.

My oldest wants to be just like his father, so he's packed his briefcase with all his plane essentials.  His new Kindle Fire he won at a Stacker game (yes, he is still telling everyone this), his phone, his computer all his cords, his headphones, his iTouch and his license (his IdentaKid card.)  Thus begins the Curse of the Key.

You see, the briefcase has a lock, and and lock has a small key that goes in it.  My son locks the briefcase.

Hubby, eyeing TINY LITTLE key in his son's hand:  Son, should you lock that?

Son:  I don't want anyone getting into my stuff.

Hubby:  Let me hold the key.

Son:  No, I got it.

Hubby:  really, I'll put it in a safe place.

Son as he puts it in his pocket:  I have a safe place.

We start going through security.

Hubby:  Son, you have to take everything out of the briefcase to put in the bins.

Son, fumbling:  Ok.

Hubby:  What's wrong,

Son:  I'm finding my key.

Hubby looking at angry line behind them:  Did you lose the key?

Son:  No, it's in my pocket.

Hubby:  Well find it pretty quickly, we have to put this stuff on the belt.

Son:  Wait a minute.  Dad!

Husband shoving his hands into son's pockets until Finally the key is located, the bag put on the belt and we go through security.

On the airplane, my son pulls everything out of the briefcase for use on the plane, then locks it again to put in the overhead bin.

Hubby:  Do you have to lock it?

Son:  What if someone steals my stuff?

Hubby:  I don't think anyone will steal your stuff on the plane.

Son: You never know.

Hubby:  Let me hold the key.

Son:  No, I got it.

We enjoy the plane ride, as we land and everyone resembles the Who Concert trying to get off the plane, my husband pulls the bag out of the over head bin.

Hubby:  Hurry Up, put everything away so we can get off the plane first.  (he likes to be first)

Son:  Wait a minute.

Hubby:  What's wrong.

Son:  I dropped my key, wait a minute.

Hubby starting to resemble Rumplestiltskin:  Hurry Son.

Son:  I think it fell in my seat.

Hubby looks at me:  I am throwing away this briefcase.

We carry all his stuff and the locked briefcase off the plane into the terminal.  Son is upset about the key, hubby getting ready to throw away the briefcase, son puts hand in pocket.

Son:  Oh, here it is, wow that's good.

Hubby looking back at tiny key:  Great.

We watch him put all his stuff back into his briefcase, and LOCK it with the TINY key.

Son:  Don't want anyone taking my stuff.