My 2 1/2 year old son and I were traveling in Thailand together and we were exhausted from the flight. After arriving at the airport, we exited the plane and then we felt relieved that we arrived. Little did we know at the time that as soon as we walked off of the plane (which was outside) and into the building, there would be a massive, never-ending winding line for customs. It was hot inside and stuffy – my son began to get very fussy. He started having a fit and started to cry and I told him to relax and that once we got through the line – we’d go right to the hotel and settle in.

He looked up at me with his big eyes and it seemed that what I told him registered quite well. His demeanor changed, he stood up straight with his little kids suitcase in hand – and he walked right off in the opposite direction of me, cutting underneath all the fabric rails and straight up to the immigration counter. Everyone saw what happened as they noticed him crying seconds earlier – and they all laughed loudly as he so matter-of-factually waltzed up to the counter. I then cut through the same way to retrieve him – and as I did he became hysterical again and I couldn’t even grab a hold of him. The security guy looked at me – and pointed to the counter and let me go right then! My son was a genius. He found the quickest solution and used his own way to make it happen. I thought it was awesome in the end!

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