Airports, Security, and feeling Insecure

To the patron saint of airport lines: grazie. When we return home I will build you a shrine. We've been waived through many many long lines and the size of our carry-ons ignored because of the cherubic face of our cranky two year old. After just 5 hrs sleep on the plane, her hair looks like she's Albert Einstein reincarnate and her parents look like thin shadows of themselves. We are amazed at the lines, the doublespeak, and the security. I (lisa) am feeling rather insecure about taking my child halfway around the world. She keeps asking if we can go home now. How to tell her that this IS home, for the next three months. Tom and I were wondering on the plane how long this would feel to her: interminable in the present, and just a blip on recall? Who knows how the mind of a toddler remembers and processes?!
Okay, my one-british-pound internet connection is about to expire.
Ciao!