Ooo... Planes!!

Max is obsessed with planes. Every time he hears the sound of a plane or helicopter or any other kind of thing with an engine that might be in the sky we have to stop, look up, point out the plane and wait until we can't hear it anymore. He loves to point them out, too. He searches the sky until he can't hear them anymore or until he finds them and then can't hear them anymore.


And living a couple miles from Miramar (the Marine Corps air station) means we have LOTS of opportunities to hear, stop, point and stare.

The strange thing is that his love of airplanes does not translate to loving them while actually being on them. In that case he absolutely hates them with every fiber of his being. Poor kid... I wonder what will happen when he realizes that the two are the same. That might be a "bake a pan of brownies and eat the whole entire thing day".