In the coming weeks, Maggie is going to become quite the jet-setter.
There will be airplanes, cars, trains, and more airplanes. In flight movies.
And bags to pack.
Ah, bags. Maggie gets a luggage allowance on airplanes, of course, even if she is still sufficiently young as to not need a seat. (She can’t collect air miles, though. The airlines demand you have a seat to earn miles.) In the past, this just means that Karen and I have an extra bag that we pack and bring along with us.
But Maggie is bigger now. She walks. She talks (kind of). She has a backpack of her own, which she loves, and she genuinely enjoys to participating in whatever Karen and I are doing, no matter how boring it is.
She will probably want her own bag. She would probably proudly tug it along through the airport, like a very important person. Perhaps we should ensure that she has a bag that’s her’s as part of all our traveling.
The ultimate kids bag has, of course, been the Trunki:
But now Skip Hop is getting in the game:
While the Trunki makes more sense – it rolls on the ground with four wheels, so won’t fall over on her – the Skip Hop suitcase is so very tempting. She has a plate, a bowl, and a bib with that very same owl design on it.
Ah, dilemmas, how I love you so.