The pick up at O'Hare was a thousand times easier than the departure. There were less people, and even though the security line was long, I got through it in seconds. I told the nice TSA man that I was here to pick up my children and (brace yourself) he took me to the front of the line!
They turned out more French that we could have possible imagined.
(Chaque fois que je regarde cette photo, je me dis que ma fille est tellment jolie.)