“Wow!” Tommy cried. “There’s all sorts of neat stuffs in here!”
The plane hadn’t even lifted off the ground yet, and the babies were already excited. Angelica was sitting in the front of the plane, with her parents at her right. Phil sat behind Angelica looking out the window, while Lil and Sam talked. Chuckie sat directly behind Phil, looking around nervously, while Danny glanced up. Jazz sat in the middle seat behind the boys, reading a book. The rest of the parents sat across from the babies.
“Tommy!” Danny gasped, when he saw him sitting in the luggage holder. “Get down from there, you could get hurt!” He paused. “How did you get up there anyway?”
Tommy giggled. “I stood on one of the seat arm resting things, jumped up, hung on the handle, swung around to open the door, and climbed in!”
“Well,” Danny said smiling, “I know you’re a master at unlocking things and opening doors, but I don’t think we’ll be needing it for awhile! Now, let’s get you down!” As he lifted Tommy off the luggage holder, Danny smiled and said, “You’re just lucky your parents didn’t catch you doing that. They would’ve freaked out!”
“Ah, my parents won’t freak out!” Tommy exclaimed, grinning. “What does that mean anyway?”
Danny laughed. “It means they would’ve gotten scared because you’ve might’ve fallen. Now, promise me you won’t do anything too dangerous while we’re on vacation. We can’t have you keep getting injured for two months!”
“No problem, Danny!” Tommy cried, plopping down on the middle seat. “You can count on me!” He turned around to look at Jazz. “Hi’ya Jazz! What’cha reading?”
Jazz looked up at Tommy. She understood some baby talk, but all she got out of that sentence was, “Daba Jazz! Goo da reading?” Jazz smiled, like she knew what he was trying to say, and tried her best to answer him. Once she finished, Danny burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Jazz asked.
“You told him you were reading about pigs fighting the British at the Battle of Jupiter Hill!”
Jazz blushed. “Hey, I got most of it right! Let’s just face it Danny, I can’t speak to babies anymore!”
Danny frowned. “Tell you what, I’ll be your speaking person.”
Jazz chuckled. “Do you mean an interpreter?”
“Yeah, that’s right!”
“Fine by me! I need all the help I can get!”
Danny felt a tap on his left shoulder. It was Tommy. “Danny, the plane’s making noise! We’re about to take off!” he cried excitedly.
Danny turned away from Jazz and listened. Tommy was right, the plane was making huge screeching sounds. Danny quickly buckled up Tommy, Chuckie, and himself securely. Sam did the same with her seatbelt, along with Phil and Lil’s.
“Oh, no!” Chuckie cried. “The plane’s gonna start flying soon?”
“Don’t worry Chuck,” Danny said, grinning, “nothing is gonna hurt us this summer!”
“Yeah!” Tommy exclaimed. “So, hang on to your diapies babies, we’re going on bacation!”
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