Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Travelling to Toronto

Day 1 started very very early. My parents were taking us to airport so I made sure I had a few drops of rescue remedy (too early for gin) to keep me calm in the face of parental driving/moaning/overprotectiveness.
We arrived in plenty of time. Checked in and then went for breakfast with the parents.

We left them and went through to Departures, spent a fun 20 mins annoying Sunglasses Hut staff by trying on ridiculous designer pairs and giggling at each other.

Eventually the gate opened and we went along. C was very excited by this point and wanted to get on the plane. When they called for people requiring special assistance or those travelling with young children under 5 to board first. Off we went, he's 6 but I flashed the Autism Awareness card and we were on.

My son is perfect. Obviously as his mum I'm bound to say that but no he really really is perfect. If you should ever find yourselves lucky enough to sit near us on a plane, think yourselves really lucky.

C does not;
Kick the seat in front.
Climb all over the seats.
Cry.
Scream.
Throw a tantrum.
Throw his toys or the inflight magazine.

Unlike the devil child sat behind us.

He does;
Sit nicely looking out the window.
Watch a children's film with a headset on.
Eat his meal/snacks
Chat nicely about what's going on.
Ask why the little girl was so naughty.
Was so well behaved on an 8 hour flight he deserves a gold medal.

So don't think all children are the same when travelling as they are not.

Amazingly he didn't sleep at all on the plane but he did let me nap for 45 mins whilst he watched cartoons.

We arrived and queued for ages at immigration. I was trying to look cool and not like I was nervous about possibly being asked for our consent to travel. We stood in front of the immigration officer whilst she asked our reason for our visit. Then she asked "So, C is this your Mummy?silence.... She asked again. He looked at her and started to tell her about the trucks he's seen from the aeroplane. I just looked at him thinking just answer the question! "C" I said "the lady would like to know, if I'm your Mummy!" he didn't take the hint. She was looking at me and so I did my best smile and said "He's autistic he's not great with direct questioning" a pause and then she smiled back and said "enjoy your trip to Canada...."