So far on their current North American tour, James (the band) have played their new song "I wanna go home" at every one of their 15 concerts. Given that singer Tim Booth repeats the words "I wanna go home" no less than twenty times throughout the song, that's a minimum 300 times that he has expressed this desire to go home within the past 3 weeks.
Big deal! Fergus SHOUTED the words "I wanna go home" well over 300 times in the span of an only one HOUR. Unfortunately for the stress levels of his three traveling companions, he chose to commence this repetitive pronouncement just as we got to our seats near the back of the plane for our scheduled flight from Seattle to Long Beach, CA.
Leading up to our vacation, Fergus had certainly given enough hints that such a reaction was possible (perhaps the strongest hint being "I'm not going"!!!). And some people out there familiar with what's been going on will be a bit curious as to whether we actually made it to our destination or not. So yes, we did make it - barely. Fergus was going along just fine the last few days, right up until we got to our row of seats in fact and he was told that the window seat that he coveted did not belong to us. This was when the "I wanna go homes" and the refusal to get buckled in his seat started up.
Apart from garnering the attention of the entire cabin, all of the circling flight attendants assured us that we were very close to being booted off for delaying the flight and threats to "call the captain" were flying off their tongues fast and furious. But by the time the captain paid us a visit Gillian had somehow managed to squeeze the extremely unhappy boy into his seat (and this was when she told the captain just to get going - very funny in retrospect).
This was not one of our finer moments. Thankfully we had forgiving fellow travelers - one guy told me, after asking "so where is home anyway?", that I was lucky to have such a patient wife. As well, in the end the crew was very understanding - one of them even offered to buy a stiff drink for a visibly harried Gillian. Once we got up to altitude Ferg settled in to his Bakugan and all was well with the world again. Oh, and of course, no one ever did occupy either of the window seats in our row! So although the whole ordeal made me so stressed that my ears felt like they were going to pop off at any moment, Gillian - for whatever reason - had no sympathy for me over there across the aisle with three seats to myself:
As James sing on their version of "I wanna go home", "this too shall pass". Here's hoping that happens prior to our return flight.