It would ordinarily seem counter-intuitive to go through Indianapolis to get to St. Louis from Chicago, and there's nothing about that process that could change that idea. But nevertheless, that's what we did to get to St. Louis. Our flight left Chicago a little late, and when we were only 30 miles outside of St. Louis, we were informed that the airport was closed due to weather and that we were being diverted to Indianapolis. So our 38 minute flight turned into more than 3 hours.
There were two cute Indian boys sitting in front of us who were probably 2 and 3 years old. Their father was sitting next to us, and they kept popping their heads up to see him. Ronnie suggested playing whack-a-mole. And then it turned out that the boys were actually little girls. Seriously, for a while, I actually thought that there were four kids sitting in front of us and we'd just not seen the other two for the first leg of the trip.
The one disappointment, we do not get additional credit for flying the Indianapolis-St. Louis leg.