Because dad is not flying today, my folks thought it the perfect opportunity to bundle me up and cart me to the Kodak studio for my passport photos. I have known since conception that mum and I would be flying the 15 hours back to Australia when I grow up to be one month old, to meet my family and friends there and that my very own passport was required. So who was I to cause havoc on this my first trip out of the house, and be a cry baby.
Au contraire; well behaved and quiet I was all the way (two blocks down the road and two blocks back up) and “such a delightful, beautiful baby” I heard all the passerby’s call me that I feel quite proud of myself and my folks breathed a huge sigh of relief that I did not vomit or squeal uncontrollably, and as such I am sure I overheard my folks say to one another that they will take me out again, tomorrow!
Yippee! Road trip!