So Wesley really wanted me to go flying with him. And since I had not seen much of him (truly), and we’d be flying with his instructor, and I knew it would actually be a good experience, I girded up the loins of my spirit (haha, sorry, just popped out) and went with him.
I went with great butterflies. Wesley asked me as we walked into the flight school, ‘are you really nervous?’.
‘Wes, consider yourself in the passenger seat of a car with Evelyn in the driver seat.’.
He was greatly insulted.
And it really was a great experience. Wesley flew the best he’s ever flown with me in the backseat. And I was quite impressed with his landings. And. Did I mention my dad watched the kids all by himself? Including changing dirty diapers and taking kids to the bathroom. Three cheers for poppi!
And nice flying Wes.