On the hotel shuttle bus to
Dublin Airport there are trips that are beginning and others that are ending.
Mine was ending; however, across the aisle from me, sat an Irish family whose
trip was just beginning. The father was preoccupied with the latest news on his
phone. The mother, even though claiming fatigue, was engaged in a lively
conversation with her two daughters, aged five and two. When the mother asked,
the five-year-old claimed that she wanted to ride a train when they arrived in Portugal
and buy earrings. The mother reminded her that she had ridden a rain before to
Croke Park. The daughter then told her to pull up her blouse because, apparently,
she was revealing too much. There was an exasperation of a teenager from the
mother, who glanced over at her husband still solely focused on his phone. Mom
then asked if there was something wrong with her lip and the daughter indicated
that she had a loose tooth. "Ah," she replied with an Irish lilt,
"does the tooth fairy come to Portugal?" The father did not respond.
She gave her daughter a wink, "I will text the tooth fairy the address in
Portugal...My goodness ten euros, I don't think so."
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