Museum of Flight

David had an idea that we should all go to the Museum of Flight yesterday. I really didn't want to go and tried to convince him to just have a Father Son outing with Ethan but he wasn't going for it. We packed the troop up and headed out. In the rush of everything, I forgot the camera. That was one of the few reasons I decided to go - to be the photographer. I was so mad at myself so sorry, we don't have any pictures. But to see Ethan's face when he walked into the huge museum with airplanes hanging from the vaulted ceilings, tacked up on the walls and sitting on the ground all around him was priceless. He was fascinated to say the least. He had a lot longer attention span for things than I thought he would. I manned the babies while he and David did most of the touring but I'm glad I got to be a part of his fun day. Anyway, I got to pick where we went for lunch so that was a bonus for me!

Daddy let Ethan pick out a souvenir from the gift shop on the way out. Ethan was a little confused and thought it was just a big "playroom." He plopped himself onto the ground in front of the bins of toys to buy and started playing. David finally got him to pick out one thing (after much kicking and screaming) which ended up being a space shuttle...not even an airplane. Funny boy. He calls it his airplane though.