It started well enough. I had a whole row to myself and Braydon was his usually cute and laid back self. Around hour, he turned on me. It started with a whimper, but quickly escalated to an all out scream. I tried everything that I could think of, but nothing worked.
This was Braydon's 15 flight in less than a year. For the first 14, he was great. Nothing more then a little cry, so I guess he was due for a rough flight. It just so happened to be the flight I was flying solo.
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