We were in London last week and had spent who knows how many hours in various forms of transportation. As Tony and I were sitting on the train, each with a wriggly child in our laps, I began to picture what it would be like to travel with them and our twins too. Axa would be five, Raj would be Axa’s age, and the twins would be Raj’s age. So essentially, I commented to Tony, we would have two Axas and two Rajs. In my harried, unrested state, I found this wildly funny. It took me several minutes to regain my composure.
I just need to remember, though, that many people think that traveling with two young children is insane. I’m sure if you’d just plopped the children on my lap and sent me on a trip without any practice, I would have thought it insane myself.
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