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Debbie,
Thank you for your thoughts. I learned to fly when my kids were babies. As toddlers, I strapped them in their car seats and let 'er rip. What toddlers do as soon as you fire up the engine and they're snug, warm, and feel the vibration is--you guessed it--sleep. One time, on a return trip from Seattle to Denver, I stopped in Kremmling, Colorado to refuel, check weather, and file an instrument plan for the remaining 20 minutes of the trip. I landed, refueled, and took off and neither of the kids woke up at all. One was four, the other two. I have some excellent photos of them in a Baron. Also, dad and daughter used to take trips together--to Arizona and Washington. I have photos of dad in the pilot's seat and daughter Erin in her car seat as co-pilot. Heck, we strapped them into a Mooney and flew to Upper Michigan for Christmas one year--landing on an airstrip covered with ice. Thirty below outside on the ramp. They don't even remember those trips. Again, thanks for your thoughts.
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DJSchaut
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