Deklan spent most of yesterday afternoon playing with his airplanes and pretending to be Papa Barney. I helped him build a hangar, equipped with a door that raises and lowers, and he laid out DVD covers in a row for the runway. He would take off, spray a field (patch of carpet) and land again and put his plane in the hangar. He even went as far as using his two fingers to get out of the plane, and "walk" back to the house. I commented on that and said, "Oh, is Papa Barney your fingers?" to which he responded, "No, his LEGS!"
This morning, he resumed playing with his hangar. I asked him, "Are you going to fly planes when you grow up?" Deklan said, "Yeah, I'm gonna be a pilot when I get big!"
Mom: "Will you fly us to the moon?!"
Deklan: "NOOO!" He giggled. "I can't fly to the MOON!!"
Just when I thought his imagination was already limited at the ripe age of 3, he finished...
"Cuz I don't know how to start the airplane!!"
Welcome to some tid-bits of our lives. This is my on-line journal of my kids and their silly, little personalities and how they occupy our days! Visit www.flickr.com/photos/gillsrus for updated pictures of our family and past holiday cards.
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