I slept through most of the flight, but sitting near me at the gate and in the rows in front of me on the plane was a woman with five young boys. They group was fascinating to watch. The mother hardly lifted a finger, but the boys were as well behaved as a group of young boys can be, given a pack of boys may as well be a pack of wild animals. I finally realized that this was because the oldest boy, maybe 8-years-old, acted like a sergeant and kept the reins on the little ones. The mother had a face like a mouse and a serene temper, and the boys all followed her very dutifully when she gave a command. It wasn't until we were getting off the plane that I realized she wore a jeweled cross, one that was only modestly gaudy, but which clashed with her otherwise plain appearance. I imagine it helps her state of mind. If the dad was nearby he didn't make himself known. A man who may have been the father said a couple of things to the boys, but I think he was just a polite bystander.
I'll be traveling and working most of the day tomorrow, so blogging will continue to be light. I'll post what I can when I can.
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