My husband loves airplanes. When our boys were little, we used to drive out to the airport, get a cold drink somewhere, park and then watch the planes take off and land. He used to have model airplanes. One night, he had one of his planes on the floor of our tiny apartment, with all of his paraphenalia spread out around him. Our son, who was only two at the time, was sitting beside him, watching everything my husband did, very intently. After about 20 minutes or so of this, our son looked up at my husband, with a very serious face, and said...
"Daddy, when your airplane grows up, is it going to the airport?"
Needless to say, this has become one of our favorite family stories!
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