The Ultimate Distraction

I never thought anyone would say this, but here goes: I love living in an airport flight path.

In the beginning, a long time ago, there were two kinds of airplanes: Mama airplanes and Baby airplanes.  Of course this made Mama feel special given the world revolves around Daddy.  But of course that was short-lived and now there are mostly Daddy airplanes and Baby airplanes.  You might think this method of categorization has to do with the size of the aircraft.  I assure you, it does not.

Anyway, you might also think that hearing the faint sound of airplanes while you lay “in the big bed” wouldn’t be idyllic.  You might think the ability to see little airplanes flying above from the comfort of your kitchen table would not be a selling feature.  Perhaps the fact that you can see huge airplanes as they land while you’re sitting at stoplights around town is something you wouldn’t consider when searching for a new home.  I’d say, if you have little kids, you should reconsider.

Unfounded meltdown about the dangers of fishing poles in the big bed?:

“Hey Jakey, what’s that sound?!”

“Huh?”

All parent-child discord instantly forgotten.  Airplanes: the ultimate distraction.