We made it to Boston without leaving a child behind. The kids were good, although not perfect.
Alice threw a screaming fit on the first plane, right before we took off but once Dad took over from mean old Mom, Alice calmed down and went to sleep.
Charles had an anxiety attack in the airport becaues the plane started boarding and we didn’t immediately rush up to get on. He kept warning us that we might miss the plane!
Corwin had to help carry the luggage, which he grumbled about, but in the end he hauled an extra piece of luggage around for a bit.
By the time we got to the hotel, the kids were exhausted. So tired, in fact, we managed to get them all in the same bed so that Mom and I could get some sleep without the kick-kick of little feet.