I forgot about another highlight from our trip to Hawaii. When we were passing through airport security (a stressful event with three curious kids--don't touch! stay close! wait your turn!), Andrew decided to strike up a conversation with the TSA agent who was manning the metal detector:
Andrew: You look like Inspector Clouseau.
The mustachioed agent (unsure how to respond): Thanks, I guess.
3 comments:
mustachioed? is that really how you spell that? wow.
Poor TSA agent.
The truth spoken in our children - thsnks for sharing the joy. TSA, Fire on Planes, how can you go wrong.
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