August 20, 2008


Posted in paris tagged , , at 7:01 am by Malia Yoshioka

why is it that on an entire plane full of normal, quiet people, the one family with a screaming two year old is iniveitably seated across the aisle from me? what do you do when your plane is hijacked by a two-year-old devil-child? i watched in amazement at first as the mother and daughter faced off in a battle of wills on whether the window shade should be open or closed.

the exchange goes something like this:

mother: blah blah blah blah blah (firmly pulling the window shade open)
bratty child: no! (slamming it closed with both her tiny hands)
mom: blah blah blah blah blah (now in a more pleading tone)
bratty child: NO! NO! (with a shake of her deceptively angelic blonde head of hair and a gleam in her steely grey-blue eyes)

for a moment i swear i can see horns growing out of the little girl’s head. yet her piercing shriek, as inhuman as it sounds – is definitely that of a real child.
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