Last weekend we went to the Needlearts Market in Columbus, Ohio.

A new business opportunity has presented itself to us which will involve Needlearts Markets and never having been to one, we thought we should go see one before going as a participant.

We took the BoyChild with us.  We flew from here to Baltimore and Baltimore to Columbus going out.  We flew from Columbus to St. Louis and St. Louis here coming home.

I approached this with a little trepidation.  I wasn’t sure how the BoyChild would deal with airports, airplanes, the resulting crowds, noise and unavoidable delays.

Let me state for the record, the BoyChild is the best traveling companion I have ever had.  Bar none.  He was cooperative.  He did not whine or complain.  When a delay occurred, he took it in stride-usually while trying to find us a good place to sit with convenient electrical outlets.  He was game to go anywhere and do anything.  He stayed up late and got up early.  When we went to the James Thurber House, he was disappointed when they were closed but pointed out to us that we could always come back the next day despite not having a clue who James Thurber was.   In short he was a pleasure to travel with.

There were no melt-downs.   There haven’t been any major melt-downs in more than six months.  Even the small ones have gradually disappeared.  He’s become cooperative in a way he’s never been before.  He gets along in school and has been doing well in summer camp.  He’s happy and, dare I say it, easy going.

Things with the GirlChild have not worked out as I had hoped.  And while that situation breaks my heart,  the BoyChild has blossomed in way that a year ago I could have only hoped for.