Sometimes, despite all planning to the contrary, despite weeks of social stories and preparation, it all goes south. We were fine until boarding, more or less. After all, Isaac has flown what? Ten round-trips to New York? A few to LA? The kid has logged more miles in his five years than a lot of adults I know. Maybe it was the alarm that went off in security. Or the fact that we denied him an elevator ride at Gate A1 in favor of the one closer to our departure gate. Or maybe it was the sight of the crowd, jostling into a cold and noisy jetway.