Supersonic stress or a calm car to Cumbria?

Matchbox Air: Our flying partners for the foreseeable future....

The @homedad's Guide to Stressful Situations* suggests that the two most trying things in life are:
1) Small children.
2) The airport.
That in mind, we've always made a point not to mix the two, instead going to great lengths not to take the former to the latter, that is, our holidays post-B&G having been taken a little closer to home.
It's not forever, or so the argument goes.
In recent times, though, the clamour for foreign climes has intensified and it's not just me that has the itch.
Yesterday, for example, The B became the latest in the household to stake a claim for an overseas excursion during a lunchtime rest period.
"Have I ever been on an aeroplane?" he asked.
I answered in the negative.
"I'd like to go on an aeroplane tomorrow," he replied, his response articulated in his usual forthright fashion.
I explained that planes don't operate quite like buses or trains.
He thought this over for a moment.
"Ollie's been on an aeroplane," he said, as though that particular fact might alter the fundamental rules of air travel.
It didn't, although it did spark a debate about our destination should, for argument's sake, our self-imposed airline ban be brought to an end in the foreseeable future.
The B's choice: The South Pole, a suggestion that received an immediate veto from all present.
"What about France?" I asked him.
"Too windy," he replied.
Ditto Italy, Holland and Spain.
Time for the trump card, or at least, so I thought.
"There's always America," I said.
He paused, gave it quick consideration and began to load his fork once again.
"Too noisy," he said, matter-of-fact, resuming his lunch, a clear signal that the debate had come to an end.
Center Parcs it is then.

* Not available from all good booksellers.