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I am still sick but it was time to fly home. BabyApple was not exactly the star baby that she has been on previous flights. She cried and fussed and would not be consoled the entire time, until the plane stopped and it was time to get off. Then, she was a delight. She recovered quickly, Mr. Apple and I did not. Here they are in baggage claim. While we were waiting, a weird old dude came by, saw her in this scene and said "When you make 'em that pretty, you gotta make more." Can't argue with that!