Miss B, World Traveler

A few months ago Miss B's Midwestern aunt suggested that she and her husband and their respective two daughters each would all be thrilled to pieces if Miss B would come visit them for a week in between the end of camp and vacation and the beginning of school. Miss B and Grant both thought this was an excellent idea, so Grant bought her a ticket, paying extra for the privilege of having her sit up front where airline employees can keep an eye on her, and will take her to the airport later this afternoon to begin her adventure. It's amazing to think that this tiny pink creature who used to clutch my hand tightly when crossing the street is now old enough to fly 700 miles by herself.

Please pass the Valium.