A child after my own heart

One of my twelve-year-olds just landed safely in Pittsburgh, having taken three planes over the last two days en route to spend a chunk of the summer with his grandparents. So I'm talking to him on the cell phone and I ask, "So how was your flight?"

"Well, the last one was awesome."

"Really?"

[With evident delight] "Yeah, there was so much turbulence I almost threw up."

That's my boy...I'm so proud. (I myself have always felt that if you weren't going to have any turbulence you might as well be riding a bus, and once had to control myself and stop laughing with glee when my fellow passengers started glaring at me during a particularly entertaining flight over the Swiss Alps.)