Up above the sky so high

I grew up with two brothers. So, I have a strange affinity to aircraft and submarines. It must have been all those Top Trumps games we used to play. That affinity led to me being the only girl in my class and possibly my standard to be reading Tom Clancy novels and knowing what the abbreviations ICBM, MIRV, SS-8 etc stood for.

So, it shouldn't be a surprise that I took much joy in Evan's obsession for anything that took flight. Planes, helicopters, fighter jets. We soon discovered he liked helicopters over planes, possibly because they flew slower and he could see them for longer. That and the fact that our house seem to sit within the flight path of helicopters in training where they'd fly up, loop somewhere ahead of us and come right back. The boy soon learnt to distinguish planes from helicopters and also to say "helicopter". He'd strain to look up into the sky right to the point where they disappeared out of sight and then pronounce "no more".

And since there were two, well only 2 that I could distinguish, types of helicopters we taught him that the one with the longer body with two rotor blades was the Chinook. Perhaps it is because he is a boy or perhaps it's because he's sponge-like right now and parroting everything, he's picked it up quite quickly.



And just as I'm uploading this, he's at the back yelling "No more Chinook" as one roars by.


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