So, here's me showing my folks how to run operations in a cockpit. I'm actually checking the altitude gage here. We're flying at about four feet.
In this shot I'm helping my dad build a model airplane. Doesn't he look board? Parents today, sheesh.
Okay, here I am explaining the Bernoulli Effect to Daddy, and as you can see he's really getting it. It really doesn't take much entertain adults, does it?
My Daddy really wanted to sit in the cockpit of a plane, so I humored him. But I wasn't happy about it.
Lastly, here's a photo of me dressed up like a real aviator. Can you believe my parents did this to me? [Ed. Note: I fully admit to dressing my son in aviator attire and I'm not apologizing for it. He looked freaking cute!] I was pretty annoyed, but it's going to be great therapy fodder in 20 years.
The only thing I don't have a photo of is Mommy chasing me through the museum wearing the new guy in a Snugly while Daddy was reading the captions on some old timey photographs and pretending not to know us. It was like a circus show, and by like a circus show I mean totally awesome and hilarious. But for some reason, Mommy didn't think so and the whole way home she kept saying something about getting me a leash. I'm not quite sure what a leash is, but as long as I can use to spill gallons of water everywhere and for the general destruction of my home, I'm sure I'll love it.