Last weekend, Josh begged me to go to the airshow downtown.
We packed kid-friendly lunches and hit the Metra.
The beach was packed. We were lucky enough to snag enough sand to setup a single towel.
The planes were either crazy LOUD, whale-ish-ly BIG, or madly coordinated.
Naturally, we called my Dad, knowing he would appreciate that.
I learned a lot. Who knew that those big cargo planes were really that big? The tail on those babies is nearly 5 stories high! Woof!
Josh really enjoyed himself. It was funny to watch him. He was seven years old all over again.
Naturally, we called my Dad, knowing he would appreciate that.
I learned a lot. Who knew that those big cargo planes were really that big? The tail on those babies is nearly 5 stories high! Woof!
Josh really enjoyed himself. It was funny to watch him. He was seven years old all over again.
