i’m sitting here at my parent’s house, cos my mom is going to drive me to the airport tomorrow so i can catch my flight to NYC. i am getting really excited!!!
i also had an excellent and extremely typical conversation with my dad about footwear for planes. it went a little something like this:
Dad: So, are you wearing your flips flops on the plane?
Sarah: Yeah. That way I can slide them off when I go through security.
D: Well, I just read an article about how it’s not safe to wear flip flops on planes because if there is an emergency, they might trip you up while you are trying to exit.
S: Um… well, if there is an emergency, I’ll just kick them off. That way, they won’t trip me if I’m running to escape the plane. How does that sound?
D: I think you should wear tennis shoes so I won’t have to worry about it.
S: I think I’ll just kick off my flip flops if our plane crashes.
[conversation moves on, time passes]
D: You know, another reason I always wear shoes on the plane is because people might drop their luggage on your feet and hurt your toes.
S: I’m going to wear my flip flops. My feet are tough. They can handle it. I don’t want to wear shoes cos I’ll just have to take them off to go through security.
D: Well, I’d be a lot happier if you would wear shoes.
S: Ok, thanks Dad. I’ll take your comments into consideration.
this is one of the many reasons why my dad is so great. he loves me so much that it makes him look ridiculous sometimes. 
oh, and i AM wearing flip flops on the plane. but don’t worry, they kick off easily in case of emergency.
go girl! i cannot WAIT to see you!
i think it is fascinating to see the differences between your household and one like mine, with five kids. the same conversation at my house would go:me: dad, im wearing my flip flops on the plane.dad: [distracted] uh-huh. wait where are you going again, elisheva? shira? i mean liora.
ohmygod! I have had this EXACT conversation with my father umpteen thousand jillion times. Not to mention that he’s ex-Air force and thus an EXpert about flying. commercially. His argument is that is you did have an emergency and had to kick off your flip-flops and run (believe me I’ve tried that argument), there would most likely be some form of metal on fire, thus burning the crap our of your little feet. My suggestion to a fellow daddy’s girl: wearn tennis-shoes to the airport, wave goodbye at security, and swap footwear in the ladies room.
footware is so bourgeoise….