They say the memory goes first...

Although it feels pretty routine now (after my relatively busy travel schedule this year), going through the airport still provides much creative stimulus... people-watching opportunities... different lights, sounds, smells... many things to look at and take in -- and, of course, literally hundreds of places to go.

While I was traveling to Colorado for Christmas, I was in a particular mood to take in all I was seeing and then share about it on my blog.  Needless to say, I observed a whole bunch of GREAT entertaining things that you, I'm sure, would be amused by as I myself was.

I arrived in Denver and, surprisingly, couldn't remember a single one...

Two days later, in the middle of the night (really, it was the middle of the night), this one came back to me:

Standing in line to go through security, I heard one of those dog squeaky toys squeaking -- and we're not talking one or two squeaks. I mean a constant stream of squeakiness.

I surreptitiously glanced around to locate the source of the slight commotion.

It turned out to be none other than an adorable young boy of Asian descent -- or, more specifically, what he was wearing on his feet.

The child was dressed in red plaid flannel pajamas with teddy bear slippers. When he walked slower, the squeaks came more slowly. When he sped up, so did the squeaks. Of course. Squeaky teddy bear slippers.

Trailing behind the boy was who I assumed to be his mother. Though talking on her cell phone, she still managed to keep on eye -- or perhaps an ear? -- on her son and directed him with hand gestures when he was nearby or a word or two if he got too far ahead.

Both squeaky boy and cell phone mom meandered toward the baggage claim area.

Meanwhile I, still in the security line, could hear the squeaks continue even after the child disappeared from view.  And it's not as though the airport was quiet that day...

Also amusing were the comments of the people ahead of and behind me in line who had also witnessed the squeaky-slippered boy.

Is that noise from his slippers?

Oh my.. where is that coming from?

What a smart mom.

Sure makes it easy to keep track of him...

Anyways, I was amused.  If only I had had my camera or a voice recorder handy...

Sigh.  And if only I could remember all the other funny things I observed that day.