I SWORE before I had children that I'd never have the creepy kid that is totally zoned out in public while glued to some sort of screen. Oh no, I would teach my child how to act in public. I'd use misbehavior as a learning opportunity!
Well, thanks to the fairly traumatic plane trip up here I am now the proud owner of the cheapest portable DVD player that Wal Mart has to offer. I'm positively praying that my kid zones out to the point of potential drooling when I whip that sucker out at 30,000 feet.
Oh how the proud (and idealistic, and energetic) have fallen.