Terminal 1

To borrow a line from Krusa, "Es ir sad."

Mamuks deposited Vecais and Mudzuks, along with their chaperone, butler and personal sherpa (Papuks) at Pearson's Terminal 1 yesterday as they embarked upon their first overseas adventure together to visit Oma and Opis in Tollerton. They might have sensed that things were getting off to a rocky start when, after waiting in the really, really long line ("gars un gars") to check in, the two adults, two children and multifarious pushie, pully, hoisty and draggie appendages saddled up to the check in counter, and the check-in attendant's reasonably pained look changed to !shock-shock-horror-horror! when Mamuks declared "Oh, I'm not travelling with them."

We mean, how on earth were a two year old and a baby ever going to be able to look after Papuks, all by themselves, for the duration of an overseas flight? We know that Krusa is an old hand at flying, but Papuks is, like, needy. We mean, what if he has to pee?

Meanwhile Kaka Poo Mansions feel very, very quiet.

Have food, will fly.

Bye bye babies.