There are two kinds of children...

... the ones that make you want to have children, and the ones that make you not want to have children.

I was stretched out on 4 seats sleeping (the plane was really empty) and awoke to find one of a pair of two-year-old twins jumping up and down on the tray table above my feet. I guess those things are stronger than they look... but how did he get up there without waking me up?

I think that was the good twin... the parents never said his name, but the bad twin was named Denver, and his sister was named Cheyenne. I guess with names like that, they have a right to want revenge against the adult world.