I'll take the middle seat; she'll have the window

So we're doing it again, my friends. Sydney and I are flying out to California next week for a visit. Yes, you read right. We're flying. I know, I know. I swore that we would not sit in another airplane until she understood bribery. I swore that I would not put myself through another flight like the last one we had. (You know the one, when she was "that baby.") But I think I've got the solution. A seat for her, and a seat for me. But her seat isn't for her to be seated in as much as for her to stretch in, as she'll still be a lap baby for take-off and landing. Her seat is for our space. She'll chill in it throughout the flight, watching The Backyardigans, looking out the window, or, hope of all hope, sleeping in my lap. I've been thinking about this all day, and I've decided that this is the best course of action for this particular trip. But if it ends up being a disaster, it'll be Mom and Brian's fault for guilting me into doing it their way.