The little ways in which we are all complicit, even when we don't mean to be

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First time flying with the baby.  Somehow, without discussion but mutually consistent, when referring to our two carry-ons the diaper bag is "mine" and the rolling suitcase is "his."  My few carry-on items are spread between the two bags -- a book here, a snack there, a pill dispenser with my critical prescriptions.   I say, on the way home, after failing to locate the book I wanted to read on the plane, that next time I'd like a carry-on of my own.  He says he doesn't know how we can make that happen, if we can only have two carry-ons for two adults.  Perhaps I will carry a large handbag, I suggest.

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that anonymous comment was me.