Daddies and Daughters

The hardest part about taking a trip without my husband is not that I have to navigate the airport by myself with our 2-year-old in tow or that I’ve forgotten how to sleep in a bed by myself without someone stealing the covers or crowding me. Yeah, those things can be tough, but the worst part about not having Steven along while I’m out of town for a week is the simple fact that I miss him.

Go ahead and roll your eyes. Make retching sounds if you want. I don’t care.

Truth be told, life’s just a lot more fun with Steven around. He makes me laugh. He gets my jokes. He likes to discuss and debate things I like to discuss and debate. He sometimes even knows what I’m thinking without me having to say a word. Sitting next to him, I can’t help but feel that all is right with the world.

But even better than all of those things combined is seeing him be a Daddy. And boy, does his little girl miss him too. After fighting with my crappy old laptop for the last four days, we finally managed to get online and have a Skype date. Cadence freaked out when she heard her Daddy’s voice and saw him appear on the computer screen. It was all I could do to keep her from tearing a hole in my laptop to get to him.

If that doesn’t absolutely melt your heart, I’d have to question whether you’re even human.

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

Crap like this…

Boy In Wheelchair Searched By TSA

Now, let me say this first. I don’t think the father who posted this really needed to add the little pop up boxes of text. A video like this speaks for itself, and it’s freakin’ ridiculous.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for safety, and I have no problem walking through metal detectors and allowing my bags to be searched before boarding an airplane. But is it just me or has the TSA gotten a little out of control?

I mean, come on people!

I understand not allowing travelers to pack firearms or knives in their carry-on luggage. And confiscating lighters and flammable liquids at the security checkpoint? Yeah, I get that too. But really? My half-used tube of Aquafresh? And a pair of tiny baby fingernail clippers? You’ve gotta take those too? I’m not sure I understand what sort of security threat I pose with those in my posession. I’m a mom, not MacGyver.

And the little boy in the video? I’m not exactly sure what the agent was looking for. I mean, a 3-year-old in shorts and a t-shirt seems relatively harmless to me. Okay, so maybe the cast on his leg might warrant a bit of a closer look if you’re feeling particularly over-zealous that day, but a full body pat down and two separate swabs of the child and the wheelchair he’s sitting in? That, my friends, is asinine.

I gotta give credit to the boy’s parents. They managed to keep their cool and let the TSA agent finish his inspection. I’m not sure if I would have been quite so patient. The minute my 3-year-old started getting a full-body pat down by a stranger (even a stranger in a uniform), I probably would have been demanding to see that person’s badge, license, supervisor, full criminal and credit history dating back to his/her elementary school years, and the names of at least three references. Because really, how am I supposed to know this guy isn’t some pervert who managed to get hired on as airport security and spends his day getting his jollies by touching little kids and helpless old ladies? Nope. Not happening folks.

If you ask me, the only way we’re going to make our skies friendly and our airports safe again is to start from the ground up. Stricter guidelines and requirements for hiring, as well as extensive background checks, training, and better salaries for employees. Then maybe, just maybe, a little boy with a broken leg won’t have to all but strip searched just trying to get to Disneyland.

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