At the airport's suggestion we were told to remind our children that the very word BOMB was a no-no. They punish severly for it, and aren't lenient if it's a child that committed the offense.
I informed Sam that mentioning this to our children would be like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I mean, come on. Try not thinking about chocolate. Go ahead. I'll bet you're thinking about chocolate right now, aren't you. And it isn't like our kids sit around and think about bombs anyway. I'm sure it would be the last thing on their little minds as we entered the airport.
But then I got to thinking. I could see it now. Just as we're herding kids through the security checkpoint and I'm chasing Micah down to wrestle his backpack off him, Becky would loudly ask "what would happen if someone had a bomb?" (She's a panicker, she is.)
So just before we left for the airport, as we were waiting for Daddy to come home from work, I explained to the kids that the word was not to be spoken, thought of, or even breathed into existence. And I explained the circumstances. I also told them that they most assuredly would not be going on vacation but would instead be detained in a dark room somewhere for an indefinite period of time. (Maybe not, but if it works on the kids I'm game to tell them. After all, do any of us really know what will happen?) They all understood and seemed to graps the severity of the situation. I had my doubts, and was seceretly worried.
Daddy wasn't even fully in the door when Luke rushed to meet him and said "we can't say the word BOMB!"
Thankfully we managed to make it there and back without anyone dropping the B word.
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The B word. We flew to Tulsa when we moved and the boys knew not to utter the B word. (The Hunny and daughter drove out) But Oatmeal Head had his huge pocket knife in his pocket. Told me about it while we were waiting in line at security. Grr.
Nope - it would be the same with my kids! Glad you made it without anyone slipping up.
Have a good Thursday, Karen - see ya - Kellan
Glad you had a good time. I love all the pictures! I went to AZ a couple of years ago, and loved it. Although, it terrified me having Maddie running around the Grand Canyon. My mom and I would take turns at the edge, just because I was sure Maddie was going to topple right over.
Oh, and thanks for making me crave chocolate at 10:30pm
Oh I love love love AZ and jealous you gotta meet those great bloggers. Your trip sounds like it was a blast. My Enigma did the right up to the edge of the Grand Canyon thing too. Heart in throat, I thought I would need nitroglycerin pills. I will never go there with the boys.
Some years ago, my family and I were going through a security checkpoint somewhere on the East Coast. Newark, I think. not that it matters.
My mother hadn't though to address the issue of the B word. Everything was running smoothly, however. My sister was 6 at the time, and had a CD player, or camera or Gameboy -- something electronic. We were coming to the point of walking through the metal detector, and my mother gently informed my sister that she would have to put her device through the scanner and then would be able to retrieve it on the other end. Without even the brief pause to consider, my sister loudly asked: "WHY? Because there's a BOMB in it!?!"
I my heart stopped for what seemed like hours. Everything moved in slow motion. My mother's complexion went chalky, and her mouth hung open for a moment. Wer were all stunned.
I count it as a miracle on par with the Resurrection that not a single person with any authority heard my sister's bold statement. This was before 9/11, when they were far less vigilant and paranoid about such things.
We still tease my sister about this, and she doesn't remember. Thinks we've all made it up to torment her.
I think that's one of those situations where you're almost damned if you do and damned if you don't!
Glad no one was detained.
You lucked out. I could totally picture Micah dropping a stink bomb at the very moment you were at the front of the security line prompting all the other kids to talk about it.
I'm with you, I could just see my kids saying it to be funny. I realize the severity of the issue, but give me a break, they're kids. Glad you didn't have any problems and glad you're back. I missed you and your kids!
Yeah... dropping a bomb means somthing entirely different in our family! I was thinking of THAT when I saw your post title! LOL!
Phew!
Jay is actually Jack and we always worry about someone greeting him at the airport like a grandparent.... "Hi Jack."
You have to be careful these days.
Hilarious! And I DID get your package, took pictures of some very cute kids in super cute shirts to post when I'm not running around like a headless chicken (gross imagery). I thought you were still gone, otherwise I would've been out here. sorry!
Glad they took it seriously and you made it through!
And now, I'm thinking about chocolate. Mmmmm...
Glad they took it seriously and you made it through!
And now, I'm thinking about chocolate. Mmmmm...
I worry about doing that myself. For the same reason. Making it forbidden has the reverse effect.
Okay, you're right. I surrender. I can't get my mind off chocolate. And when I get like this, the ONLY cure is to go and have some!
Now, where did I hide the boys' leftover Easter candy?
God bless.
I'm sorry....I totally missed the rest of your post because I was busy shoving chocolate in my mouth!
I just found you through *In The Gutter*.
You realize, of course, that the mere mention of any such thing puts you on the homeland security radar. I wrote a blog post a few weeks ago and after hubby read it he came home & asked if I'd seen anyone lurking around the house that day. I told him no and he said it was a good thing because he figured *they* were watching me, lol.
I told him Hell no! They love people like me. They need people like me.
And regarding your post..... Hey, I say there's nothing more fun than a strip search at my age. BRING IT ON airport security, if you dare, lol.
I am just thankful my children traveled with us long before the B-word was an issue. Otherwise, we'd all still be in some remote Mexican jail, or perhaps worse.
Child rearing these days seems to be even trickier than it was in my day. Good luck with that.
I'm still stuck on wanting chocolate...
Glad it all worked out. :)
YAY for freedom of speech????
Ya know, if you never even mentioned to them about not saying it, they would never have said it. Isn't that the best part about kids? They love to do what they aren't.
And I realize my last sentence just ended without finishing. So I'm going to leave it like it is and keep you wondering what I was going to say.
Ha! Hilarious!
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