On the plane from Taipei to LA, I took Josh to the bathroom twice… we had to wait in behind some others on both occasions and while we waited we were looking out the porthole and saw the backside of the wing and the clouds below. Those in line were treated to these gems from the mouth of dear #3…
On trip #1:
Dad! I see the jets! But there isn’t any fire shooting out the back…
On trip #2:
Dad… I don’t think those are jets because there isn’t any fire shooting out the back. I know… they must be missles!
I love it.
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1 [don furnaloni] // Apr 7, 2006 at 7:01 pm
ah, from the mouth of babes…