This time last year my mom said she'd never fly with me again...fast forward a year and now ask her what she thinks. On second thought, maybe you should just let me tell you the story. Although I didn't scream the entire 5 hour flight, I didn't sleep a wink and was a wiggly little man for most of the flight. I enjoyed running up and down the aisle flirting with all the old ladies. I threw a fit when the seatbelt light came on because I did not want to sit down. I stood on mom's legs and played with the people behind me and I continuously kicked the seats in front of me. I think it's safe to say that mom wasn't the only one relieved when we finally made it to Portland! So why the west coast? To visit my Ma and Pa of course! 
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