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Lucia was not exactly 100% perfect on all three of our flights out to Arizona. On the first leg, which was Chicago to Minneapolis, she got a little cranky. She cried a bit but nothing too crazy. There was a man sitting directly in front of me; he looked to be a few years younger than Mark and I. He kept turning around and looking at Lucia. I thought he was giving one of those can-you-please-shut-your-kid-up looks, and that was making me anxious.

We landed in Minneapolis and as we were taxiing to the gate, the guy in front of me turned around and said to Mark, “How old is your little girl?” Mark told him that she just turned one, and he said, “My daughter is 16 months old. I enjoyed listening to your daughter, talking and stuff. It reminded me of my little girl.” That’s when I started feeling really awful for thinking he was upset about Lucia crying. Then he said, “My wife refuses to travel with our daughter. She thinks she’s too young. Now I’ve seen firsthand that it is possible to travel with a baby.” I wanted to hug him.

A short time later, Mark and I were in the terminal trying to figure out to which gate we needed to go for our next flight. The same guy from our flight came up to us and said, “Hey guys, I have one more question. Did you need to buy a special car seat for her for the airplane or anything?” Mark and I explained to him that we used Lucia’s regular, everyday car seat on the plane; no special seat is needed. Judging by the look on his face, I’d say that bit of info made his day. He thanked us profusely and said he couldn’t wait to tell his wife that it really is okay to travel with a baby. That made MY day.

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