Last week we flew from Thessaloniki to Athens. It is a one hour flight. We thought it would be a good way to see if Little Miss had overcome her inability to fly with ease. A short trial flight would be ok.
Well. We are optimists afterall.
Little Miss has largely lost her 'Port a Volcano' status. It has been replaced with a 'Meltdown on anything that moves' title.
We sat her in her own seat near the window. She turned pale and started hyperventilating. We hadn't yet put on our belts so we swapped seats thinking she would be happier between mum and dad.
This made it worse. She absolutely freaked out. The air hostess came over to help. I asked if she could sit on my lap with a belt. The air hostess refused. Little Miss continued to scream, kick, hyperventilate. Snot, tears and sweat were airborne.
We tried to calm her down. We tried to bribe her. We tried to tell her off. Nothing worked. She was possessed. Other travellers looked on in pity, fear - thankfully I was too busy trying to calm Little Miss to notice if anyone looked on in disguist.
The screams were awful. All I could hear was 'Mummy hold me.'
Another hostess came over and gave me a belt. Little Miss was prompty put on my lap. The exorcism sorry, baby belt worked.
Little Miss was all smiles. The hostess told us she would have to report the incident, and suggested we not fly again until Little Miss overcame her fear.
We sighed with relief, thankful that we had not been thrown off the flight. The passengers also sighed hoping the rest of the flight would be peaceful. Then, Little Miss started singing. For the entire flight.
We still are not sure whether Little Miss was fighting sitting on her own, or fighting because she was scared.
Eitherway, I am not game to find out again. We caught the train back to Thessaloniki. Five and a half hours of happy child for me, beats even ten minutes of distraught unhappy Little Miss.
Is she spoilt? Perhaps.
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