And from what I learned this morning, you don't mind either.
Mom and Aunt Holly made a Target run while Uncle Shawn got ready to mulch the flower beds and take care of other yard work. So, you and I made our way to the backyard to toss your football around.
The moment you heard the first jet engines approach your head was on a swivel tracking the noise.
Once you're ears and eyes found the same thing, you pointed to the sky and said "airplane!"
I picked you up so you could get a better view and you watched it until it was out of sight. hen you could barely see it anymore you bid it farewell by saying "Bye plane!"
I tried to joke with you and say, "No honey, that's not a biplane, it's a monoplane." My terrible attempt at humor was met with crickets and a confused look.
You'll learn the difference someday.
Wouldn't even take the time to stop and smell the flowers. |
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