Air Time

My son, the Pilot. You may remember from a year ago that my parents take each of their grandchildren for a flight in a small plane for their 7th birthday. Deanna's was a year late, due to bad weather conditions and some confusion. It didn't matter, however, when the pilot let her land the plane unaided. Dane's happened like clockwork, the day of his birthday. We took him to Chuck E. Cheese for lunch and went straight from there to the airport. On the way, Daelyn pointed out the airport and referred to it as "Sissy's airport". Dane corrected him and told him it would be "my airport soon". He had no sooner made that remark than we pulled up at the airport, Grandma and Grandpa pulled in next to us on one side and my niece on the other. It didn't take him too long to figure out that was his day.

Here he is - at the controls, while the pilot did the pre-flight check. The legs in the back are Grandma and Grandpa. Dane got to try his hand flying the plane while in the air. Unfortunately, he didn't get to try a landing. I guess the pilot thought he was just a little too small. But he was undaunted. He had a wonderful time, as is evidenced by the look on his face.