"That family" has arrived

I forgot to mention earlier about our arrival.  I wasn't going to bring it up but Amie mentioned that I should so now it is far game.

Remember when I told you how Liam said "I don't think I can survive the flight!"  Well when I heard that, as the extremely tired stressed out parent, I patiently and quietly told him he "better toughen up, because he really can't get off the plane!"  I know, not my best work, I hope the academy doesn't hold it against me for this year's Dad of the Year award.  Anyways, now Liam is still half asleep and starts to complain that his stomach hurts.  Of course it does, what else would happen after you've been up way too long and didn't eat anything and the plane is on its final descent into the airport.

This time Amie jumps in and tells him he'll be fine and just relax.  I tell Amie to give him the barf bag.  You know the little bags they put on planes with the twist tie top to hold it all in.  Amie said "No, let's not give him any ideas."  Well after we land, and he continues to complain, Amie finally gives him the bag and says "if you don't feel good use this".  Nothing like a good solid dare!

Now if one adult male gave a barf bag to another adult male, it would come with the implied "here you go Sally, I'm sorry your tummy hurts...wuss!"  To which the queazy adult male would do everything in his power to not throw up.  Well when you give a 10 year old a barf bag, that is not necessarily how it goes.

To Liam's credit, he did a fine job.  He held out until the customs room was completely full and had started to form into two lines at the customs agent's desk.  He then stepped to the side of the front of the line and began to fill the bag.  Not quietly by the way.  It was quite impressive with plenty of heaves and coughs and spits.  As I was standing in the front of the line about 10 feet away, I had a dilemma...go help him or keep our place in line?  I am sure every dad out there would look at it from this point of view.

Thankfully Amie stepped over and helped him out.  My new dilemma at this point was whether to claim the bag or not.  I couldn't remember if he ate any fruit on the flight and if it would still need to be claimed at this point.

It's amazing how much space a crowd gives a kid who has thrown up and is holding a bag of puke.  He was able to casually walk over to the garbage can past the agent's desk without anyone saying a thing.  I noticed he had a 10 foot 'buffer' zone around him the rest of the time in customs.

After customs, when we boarded the bus with just minutes before it starts the 2 hour trek to the base, we continued our "That family" status as we had another Liam incident.  The acoustics on the bus were much better for his encore performance.  This was accompanied by Lila desperately needing water and Harrison forgetting to carry the one bag Amie asked him to carry.  Can you imagine the look on my face as this all went down?  I am sure it was a cross between angry gorilla and raving lunatic.  Even Amie's definition of 'The Face' wouldn't capture the moment.

The remainder of the bus crowd, all young sailors, ages 19 to 24 at the most, where entertained to say the least.  The Brock performance was truly eye watering.