For today’s post, I’m just going to strongly encourage you to click through to “How to Survive a Mid-Air Disaster” by Johanna Stein. (I mean it. Look, I’m a mom, and I’m using my you-better-do-this-or-else tone. Click on the link NOW.) If this doesn’t make you laugh out loud in sympathy, horror and/or delight, you are still suffering from a sugar-induced semi-coma and it’s time to cut back on the Halloween candy you’re stealing from your kid’s plastic pumpkin. Plus, regardless of whether you are a parent or not, you will never look at children—or parents—on a plane the same way again.

Here’s how Stein’s essay opens:

I am at the O’Hare airport with my daughter and the guy she calls “dada”. We are about to board a Florida-bound plane to visit my mother-in-law.

But the child is losing her shit.

After two years of being the perfect travel companion she has suddenly developed a fear of flying. For a toddler she’s pretty smart (I’m not bragging when I say that… it actually creeps me out) and I wonder if maybe she’s worked out the physics of what we are about to do. Perhaps she has come to realize, as I have, that manned flight is a practical impossibility and is certain to end in our fiery deaths.

Or maybe she’s just toying with me.

Click here to read the rest. You won’t regret it.