Eli McCann: How our pleasant flight suddenly descended into an adventure aboard a vomit comet

My husband, Skylar, and I decided last week to try our hand at gambling. That is, we boarded an airplane with our toddler, West. Our destination was Portland, Oregon, where my in-laws live. We hoped the short journey from Salt Lake City wouldn’t give us much trouble despite the fact that our child has recently reached a new developmental stage we lovingly call “domestic terrorism.”