"And when you're 2 years old, I'll teach you how to fly it!"

Now that Caleb had reached the ripe age of 18 months, Adam decided it was worthy time to take him up flying in an airplane. It was a four seat Navion owned by a retired Marine Corps veteran that did the deed during a small fly-in at Bishop Airport, just North of Kingsville. Due to illness the owner could not fly the aircraft any longer, so our pilot was a former Navy aviator that went by "Bobby."


After a test run (which I discovered much later) involved power loss due to insufficient fuel, Adam, Caleb and myself piled into the aircraft and taxied towards the runway. (The picture below is of Adam and Bobby doing some low passes during the test flight.)



Me, doing my best at confidence as we taxi out.

Caleb was far braver than I. The entire time he just sat there with this perplexed look on his face like he was trying to make sense of what was going on.

Definitely a brave kid.

So brave in fact that he soon became bored and fell asleep on Dad/Hubby (who is seen here striking a sexy pose).

I also got to test my hand at flying during our excursion. That's right, you can say it. I look like a natural.

And everyone thought Adam was the pilot in the family.