A man boards a plane with six children in tow, each of them holding tightly to a different piece of his clothing as though they were attached by invisible strings. The man, looking slightly frazzled, scans the cabin for his seats.
The flight attendant greets him with a wide smile. “Welcome aboard, sir! Can I help you find your seats?”
The man stares at the six little heads, all wildly bouncing in different directions, and says, “Uh, yes, please. I think we’re supposed to have row 23… but I believe row 23 is actually a mobile amusement park right now.”
The attendant chuckles, “Six little ones, all yours?”
He sighs dramatically. “Yes, and none of them are mine. I just found them in the airport, so I thought, why not? What’s a few extra children in a metal tube flying at 30,000 feet?”
