Adoption Stories: Flying the Friendly Skies

Here's the story of the most horribly homophobic thing anyone ever said to me.

My ex is ten years younger than me. We were 41 and 31 when we adopted Eleanor. 

When Eleanor was a couple of months old, we took her on a plane for the first time. We were visiting friends and family in the Midwest. Our flight left out of a crowded Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. Obviously we flew with both an overstuffed diaper bag and a bulky car seat. 

Jason went through the metal detector first, carrying our daughter. I wrestled the bags and car seat into the x-ray machine.

Admiring my amateur efforts, the perky TSA Security Agent said “And you must be the grandfather!"

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