Up up and away

My first flight with the kids for over a year. Everything went smoothly if you don't count the HUGE tantrum that my little boy had at passport control. Dummy wouldn't work. Bébé wouldn't work. Cuddles and kisses wouldn't work. He didn't want me to hold him. He didn't want me to put him down. We were stuck in the middle of a very slow moving line and people were just staring at us and then started making 'shushing' noises much to my embarrassment and then fury. Apparently he had seen a little boy drinking a carton of juice further up the line and decided that he wanted juice. Of course I didn't have any juice. He never has juice through the day. I'm going to start carrying juice with me now though!