Throughout his flight he was scribbling on a pad with a pencil, scratching the writing off, then writing again. Near the end of the flight, he turned to me and read me his rap song
The hostess is rude, there's no food, I'm never flying coach again
The seat's small, the .... I'm never flying coach again
Though I have forgotten most of it, it was pretty good! Who know what he would be when he grows up, but maybe a few years down we would hear on the radio
Never flyin coach again.....