We made it back from Texas although Charles required physical contact with Mom the entire trip. Charles refused to sit in his seat (this was his first trip by airplane where he got his own seat). Other than that the trip went reasonably well. When we got home, Mom went out to pick some asparagus. Charles mewled the whole time that she was out. While Mom was getting dinner ready, Charles insisted on being picked up. I said to him, “Charles, can Daddy pick you up?” Charles turned his head away and responded with a plaintive “noooooo”. Just a little bit later, however, Charles allowed me to change his poopy diaper. So Dad still has a little bit of utility.