Tight quarters

When we booked our tickets to Puerto Rico last month, the lovely United Airlines representative, who no doubt worked out of their non-US customer service office, told me she could not request bulkhead seats for us. That would have to be done at the airport the day of the flight.

But the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that was not the case.

I just called to see about seat assignments and the woman told me all the bulkhead seats were taken.

Oh really? Is everyone at the airport already for tomorrow's flight?

So then I asked if it was a full flight. Because wow, I can't wait to spend five hours with Jack on my lap. Yeah, yeah, I know -- if you book a lap seat, you need to expect a lap seat. But you always hope that you will get an open middle seat anyway.

Nope.

Flight is completely booked.

Hope the nice person sitting in our row really likes Jack.

The last time we flew with him it was a full flight, but we got to board first and sit in the bulkhead (we heart you Southwest with your no-assignment seating and pre-boarding for families). So we could put Jack down on the floor in front of us for a few minutes to stretch his legs and let him play.

This time, not so much.

We'll definitely be needing the tiny bottles of alcohol.