Over the past week I have been telling Conner that he's going to Florida on Sunday and that he will be taking his first plane ride. Mostly, I've been holding it over his head when he does something wrong. Almost every day he has asked me if he'll have to jump out of the plane. Everytime I tell him, no it will land, and you can walk out of the plane. No worries, you will have a great time. I answer his question and he moves on.
Yesterday the question changed a touch. "Dad, when I jump out of the plane and land on the street, will I get hit by a car?" I was standing there and had no idea what to say when Abbey looked him dead in the face and said "Probably" and walked away. Conner looked at me and said, "That's not gonna be good."
Today, Cathy finally told me why he has been asking this question. For two months now, he's been watching an episode of "iCarly" that Maggie recorded, and in that episode they have to parachute out of a plane. And we were worried about him watching the news.
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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Ready to go
Conner informed me when he got up today that he has already packed for our trip (we leave tomorrow). He has Legos, his bear (also named Conner), a toothbrush and a shoe. Yes, a shoe.
He packs like his father, who always forgets something major when we go on a trip. He once went to Florida with one pair of shoes: bucks (like these). Even then, wearing bucks with shorts wasn't a good fashion statement.
He packs like his father, who always forgets something major when we go on a trip. He once went to Florida with one pair of shoes: bucks (like these). Even then, wearing bucks with shorts wasn't a good fashion statement.
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