The Great Blue Yonder

Harry talks about airplanes all the time. He's like most toddlers. They love them.

So how surprised were we when we took him to the Joint Service Open House Airshow on Friday afternoon to discover that the massive (and I mean massive) airplanes were just a little too, um, intimidating for our wee-little boy. He chirped "airplane airplane airplane" the whole way there. But it took us a good hour to coax him inside one of the birds. He seemed much more content to play with the spongy black rubber goop they use to fill the cracks on the runway. I felt better when one of the fighter pilots told me that his 2-year-old is also freaked out by it all.

Harry did love the actual show, watching the stunt planes loop-de-loop-de-loop. How glad we were (for the kids) that we were back in our car when the fighter planes took to the sky. The sounds was all but deafening, even with the windows closed tight. I still have visions of Tom Cruise battling it out with The Iceman.