On our way back to Boston we had a layover in Chicago. I kept reminding Alex that when we got on the plane it was going to be bedtime hoping to prepare his mind. By the time we flew out of Chicago it was 10pm. We seated ourselves on the plane and after take off I said to Alex "Okay, time for bed." Well that hit a "routine" button for him and he immediately stood up on his seat, tightly folded his arms arond his upper, upper body, tucked his chin and looked at me like he always does when it is time for prayer.
Now I would like to say that after this he fell immediately to sleep but this was not the case. After a couple more trips to the airplane's disgusting bathroom, a book, a number of seat up and downs between mine and his, and an hour later, he finally curled up into a ball on his seat, asked for his blanket, and fell asleep.
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