Happiness is a Warm Gun…

Misery is a 4.5 hour flight with a 6-y.o. kid in the seat behind with legs just long enough to reach the seat in front–all night long, up and down my spine. I’d like to pretend I’m getting an Ayurvedic massage, but no luck. This is a real test of Buddhist compassion, to say the least. His daddy apparently thinks he’s just the cutest thing…

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