Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!
I was sitting on the deck with Daddy the other day. It was a perfect autumn afternoon: the air was crisp and clean, the sky was blue, and we were there together in the sunshine.
We heard a plane overhead, and we automatically looked at each other and smiled. He pointed to the sky and said, "Don't worry, it's one of ours".
This has been a running joke for as long as I can remember. I've mentioned before that Daddy was a pilot in the Naval Air Corps during WWII, and fought in the Pacific theater. Well, when we were kids, any time a plane flew overhead, he'd jokingly tell us to check it out and make sure it wasn't a Japanese bomber overhead. We'd all look, every time, and every time we laughed together at the silliness of the joke.
I laughed with him again the other day. It was wonderful.
We heard a plane overhead, and we automatically looked at each other and smiled. He pointed to the sky and said, "Don't worry, it's one of ours".
This has been a running joke for as long as I can remember. I've mentioned before that Daddy was a pilot in the Naval Air Corps during WWII, and fought in the Pacific theater. Well, when we were kids, any time a plane flew overhead, he'd jokingly tell us to check it out and make sure it wasn't a Japanese bomber overhead. We'd all look, every time, and every time we laughed together at the silliness of the joke.
I laughed with him again the other day. It was wonderful.
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