You are too old to go in a plane-by Capt Elmo Jayawardena I have this dear little friend, two feet two inches tall and 30 months old and very closely connected to me, being my daughter’s daughter. The little vagabond was all excited as the foursome of her brother and parents were travelling on holiday. “I’m going to the Australia,” she proudly announces to me. “How are you going? Are you walking?” that is a typical Seeya question, simply to annoy the brat. “I am going by plane.” “What are you going to do there?” “I go to beach.” All that she had gathered from the elder talk, she certainly had no clue as to who or what “the Australia” is. “Can I come with you?” ...