When I was six-years-old we took our first trip to Europe. I was so excited. Excited about the trip, excited about the airplane, I was even excited about the prospect of getting to eat dinner on a plane—it felt like such a special thing. I also remember that dinner on the plane and how deeply disappointing it was, even for a six-year-old. I remember the highlight being a spongy, slightly stale piece of chocolate cake. Yuck.
Nowadays when we travel with the kids, and even when we travel on our own, I tend to go a little bit overboard on the snacks and mini-meals. I am a tad paranoid about being stranded without food, whether it be stuck in traffic on the highway or stranded in an airport with a delay. It has gotten to the point where when I offer the boys a snack while we are traveling, the boys will just keep saying, “what else do you have? What else do you have? What else do you have?” Because they know that there is almost an endless supply of goodies….