Tomorrow morning my two-year-old and I make our journey to Wisconsin for a cousin's wedding. We will be flying. My sister and her four-year-old are traveling with us. I believe we embody every air-communter's living nightmare. I feel sorry for our prospective co-passengers; they have no way of knowing the living hell that awaits them. Boarding an airplane at 6 a.m. is brutal. Boarding a plane at 6 a.m. and being trapped in a cabin with a 2-year-old and a 4-year-old is just plain inhumane. I've pretty much decided that the girls will be loud. There is nothing that will prevent the loudness, short of heavily medicating my child pre-flight. I'm hoping that she will at least be "happy and loud" as opposed to "irritable and loud." Aside from the "loud" worries, my biggest fear is that my little one will drop a major load in flight. I'm not sure I'm ready for changing a dirty diaper in an airplane lavatory, especially since my little pudding britches likes to "help" clean things up. I don't even want to think about the potential smell...it would travel...it would linger...