Good thing my parents got me a passport. Airport security is tight. They even made me take off my diaper. I got poop on conveyor belt and twelve officials surrounded me with wipes. I crawled all across our hotel room, which oddly was room 911. My dad got into trouble with the French people when he cut the line to get me some scrambled eggs and pancakes. Maybe when I grow up I'll be the American that bridge the gap of anger and pessimism between France and America. Maybe it is too much of a responsibility to take on at such a young age.
Daddy: Maddy charmed everyone at Club Med, even the French.
