We had a slight catastrophe last week, involving the airport. My grandma was coming back from Germany and Noah was going to go to the airport to pick her up. So of course that morning when he woke up I made a huge deal about how he was going, only to have my mom call 10 minutes later to say her flight got cancelled! What??!
You know how once Noah J has something into his head, there is pure devastation if he doesn't get it. So we came up with this alternate plan of going to the "teeny tiny airport" as he calls it that is just down the road. We drive by it every day but have never stopped. They were so nice - they just told us we could walk around and look at the planes but just to stay out of the way. Alright! Both the boys loved it, and we even got to see one plane take off! Now if I can just get it out of his head that we can't ride in one, then we'll be good to go!
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