I heard crunching. Then I found this. He had pulled the bag down from the counter and was shoveling the chips in his mouth. He knew the party was over as soon as he was discovered.
Me: your birthday is coming up. We need to decide how we are going to celebrate. Lola: I want to go to a place where you get tattoos. Me: a tattoo parlor? I think not. Try again sweetie.
I wish I could say that Allen spent more than 3 minutes peacefully sprawled across the airline seat watching the iPad. I cannot. It was just under 3 minutes. The remaining 2 hrs and 57 minutes were pretty rough.