I've Done a Craft-Type Thingie

Tomorrow morning, we'll get on a plane headed for Minnesota. (I hear the thieves are lining up now for the chance to steal my mismatched Ikea bookshelves.) Sioux Falls, South Dakota is where we'll actually pick up our luggage, but we'll end up in Minnesota.

I decided to make Lumpyhead a shirt for tomorrow's big events. You know, aiports, sweaty parents lugging tons of crap, plane rides, ears exploding - fun stuff, all.

I figured this way, when he's wailing at the top of his lungs, the other people on the plane will remember that he's the cute little boy going to see his grandparents, and they will be less angry. Or something. Perhaps it will at least endear us to the flight attendants.

When we land, Lumpyhead will tell his grandparents our big news:

He will, of course, have already told this news to the good people on the flight from DC to Minneapolis, the ones on the flight from Minneapolis to Sioux Falls, as well as a few random strangers in the DC, Minneapolis, and Sioux Falls airports.

The back of the shirt originally said "and they don't know I'm going to be a big brother," but that just seemed too cumbersome so I shortened it. I doubt anyone on our flight will blab the news to my parents before we reach them.

If he doesn't charm the flight attendants with the front of the shirt, at least the back will explain why I'm retching in the seat beside him.