GoodBye Philip!!

He flew himself home to Beijing. Told you he was smart!

Just Kidding. We forced him to go to an Airshow on the day he left. He was horrified and promised me that airshows always end in plane crashes and that he would never be able to board his flight later in the day if I made him go with us. Poor kid!

I thought Airshows were about trick planes, not machine guns.

T. tries out a Thunderbird that is his size.

It really was a tad more fun than N's face would let on. Even the official escorts at the plane doors were less serious!

It started to pour and dropped about 20*. We were soaked and frozen by the time we bailed. First though I really wanted a picture of all the kiddos in front of the Minuteman that Gpa M. worked with. Cool!