The husband took the boy and me to the airport today for our mini-break to Manchester. Dexter is becoming quite a seasoned traveller and took it all in his stride. In some ways, it's better travelling with him on my own. I obviously look totally incompetent and therefore am generally well-looked after by the airport staff.
The boy and I enjoyed a pizza-based date in 'Jamie's' before boarding the plane. Dexter was great during the flight; he just stared out of the window the whole time and didn't make a sound.
There are advantages to having a mute child sometimes.