Not really, but almost.
For Christmas I sent David up in the air.
On a tiny little plane .
On a windy day.
With a pilot younger than him,
Who said "Dude" a lot.
Only the first was on purpose.
But he went.
And had a blast.
And admitted that he didn't want to be a pilot.
Phew.
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1 comment:
At least he didn't want sky diving lessons for Christmas. Now that would have sent me over the edge.
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