Okay, I am completely obsessed with UFOs. Mama calls them planes, but at this juncture I cannot confirm such labeling. I view them as unidentifiable- they are up so high, who among you can confirm this assessment? So, Mama and Dada took me upclose and personal. We went to MillionAir. The private plane airport in my town Addison (notice the misspelling- it is intentional). I tried becoming a pilot, but I think Air Traffic Control is my true calling!! I mean "control" is in the job title? How many careers out there can boast that? (I think anyone with a Toddle About knows control is their favorite character trait!!) So, ATCers can tell the planes where to drive too. They use magic wands to communicate with the planes and pull them onto the right sky roads!! I got to see the electromagnetic board that communicates directly with the ATCs magic wands (all this is my speculation as I have yet to visit the Air Traffic Tower). See a picture of me with Mama standing right by the runAway with the Millionairs planes all around. The nice pilot, Mike took me inside to see the luxury liner... I hope this is what our plane to New Hampshire looks like!!
Love you, Baby Addyson
Mouth open in amazement!!
A comfy seat with lots of responsibility!! (and me in my bathing suit - under my skirt!!)
So many buttons, so little time. Too bad Mama kept saying, "Those are for seeing with your eyes, not for touching with your hands." What did God give me these hands for anyway!!?!!
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