I just spent 10 days in Calgary with Dr. Wife, Vader and Chewy. It was our first time flying with both kids and my first time flying with Chewy. I was asked by a couple of people if they had any advice for flying with kids and since 140 characters doesn’t cover “what the hell am I supposed to do with these tiny people once we’re airborne”, I thought this might be a good first post. It may end up being a good second post because I might use the first to introduce you to the family, but I digress. Flying with kids can be literally the worst moment in your life. Coming in for a landing has the same feeling as though you were on a flight where the masks dropped and they told you to “smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.” The relief is unbelievable. But there are some simple things you can do to make the experience a little less like a root canal. Here goes.