When I say that I love traveling with my toddler, most people think I’ve lost my mind. Days with my toddler are not exactly filled with unicorns and rainbows. It’s more like dealing with an emotionally unstable, miniature king who has his day ruined by me asking him to put on pants, and who is allergic to sleep. He hates to sit in his car seat or get on a plane without throwing a tantrum because he can’t pilot the plane alone.
So why do I enjoy traveling with him so much? Here’s my top reasons: