  Only a child would take the time to watch the pretzel-maker at
the airport Auntie Anne's stretch the dough into long ropes,
then carefully twist them into pretzels. “Mom, LOOK!” she
exclaimed as the woman playfully spritzed flour at her. That
woman probably makes pretzels all day long, and rarely does
anyone stop to watch.  As we boarded the plane and everyone
rushed to find their seats, Calli chatted up the pilots. “Is it
hard to drive this thing?” she asked, much to their amusement,
and launched into details about where she was off to. Then she
grilled the flight attendant about the different kinds of
airplane treats and the lady next to us about the book she was
reading. All I could think of was how many times I had delved
into my book and never looked up until we had landed. Who knows
who I could have met if I'd tried?  Once we landed, Calli
couldn't wait to hear that it was OK to use cell phones (Do you
wait?) so she could call her father. “Dad, guess where we are?
Dallas, TEXAS!” she practically screa