Lunch

Yesterday after bible study, the kids and I stopped into Barnes & Noble for a quick bite and book shopping (I finally finished my 2007 book queue!). The cafe was more like a library than eatery, so I felt a little weird plopping down with my two, very loud kiddos. If you know Jackson, you know he talks constantly and unfortuately today's topic was inspired by a WWII book we passed on our way in...airplanes, of course. So our conversation went something like this:
J: "Mom, why is this cockpit open?"
M: "I don't know Jack."
A: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" (more turkey please, mom!)
J: "Is it so the pilot can shoot those people?" (referring to a nice country scene pictured in the photo's background)
M: "I don't think so, Jack."
J: "You don't know much about airplanes?"
A: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" (a drink of water, please!)
M: "No."
J: Flips the page. "Mom does this airplane bomb?"
M: "Yes."
J: "Is he going to bomb that other airplane?"
M: "I don't know, Jack."
A: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! (Cupcake, please!)
J: "Does this airplane have guns?"
M: "Yes, right there."
J: "No those aren't guns, these are."
M: "Okay."
A: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" (Let's go tear some books off the shelf!)

I'm sure not one soul in that cafe was sorry when it was time for us to leave. And probably more than one wondered why my little four year old was so knowing about warplanes. Which leads me to another funny story....The kids and I were outside playing when I pointed out to Jack an airplane (of the passenger variety) flying over the house. He stood up from the sandbox, looked up, and then pointed at a different point in the sky with his shovel: "And look, there's a jet fighter coming to bomb it!" Sure enough, much higher up, there was an F16 flying over. No bombing, of course.

One of Jack's favorite games is to pick out one of his MANY airplanes, and have me, David, or whoever else will, find it in his war plane catalog. As a result, he knows the numeric name AND nickname for each plane. For example: the SR71 Blackbird. Flies so fast & high that the pilots have to wear spacesuits. No bombing, though...just reconnaissance. Guess, we're all learning.