I stopped flying after 911.
Ditto. The in-laws talked us into a trip to the gulf coast when Ian's grandfather died a couple years ago. I was five months pregnant, was as tail end of months of morning sickness and living on edge of dehydration at all times. I was not delighted at the prospect of the herding process that is commercial air travel.
I was even less delighted when I discovered that TSA finds it amusing to demand that people somehow carry luggage while moving with the line while removing coats and shoes. There's just something wrong with a guy who barks at an obviously pregnant chick who looks like death warmed over (yes, pregnancy can be a joyful, healthy experience. It isn't always) to keep moving while she removes and then replaces her shoes. And that was even before the flight...
Delightful.
I love my car.
And yeah, it sure is nice to toss the dog in the backseat with the kiddo. Keeps her happier that way, too.