All it takes is a flapping silly-man-thing and a beach ball and she's ready to join the Air National Guard. These people know who they're marketing to...19 month-olds are easy targets. Airplanes all around us and helicopters putting on a show overhead, and this is Anna's most captivated moment at the airshow yesterday. We stood here awhile:
We stayed a few hours but left in time for her nap, especially as Paul and I noticed there weren't nearly as many planes in the air as we'd expected = boring. As soon as her nap came, so did all of the planes overhead, including the war reinactments. With bombing.
Ha.Ha.
Regardless, she mercifully slept through the attacks and woke just in time to run out to watch the Thunderbirds show, which has a great view from Paul's clinic across the street.
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