Monday, February 15, 2010
I can only barely imagine the scene at the airport on my way to Utah, when the Transportation Security Agency folks inspected my bag for dangerous items. Did the baby pop her binky out at them? Did Belle the dragon bat her eyelashes at them? Did Kiddy Goat and Felice Sheep, nibble their clothes? Did they complain about how cramped it was in the bag and how Mavis made it smell like a monkey pit? Or did the puppets all take on that strange submissive attitude many of us get as we're trying to go quickly through security? We'll never know.