Today my nine-year-old called me upstairs to witness the maiden flight of his latest paper airplane — the Triple X. He’d been working on it all morning so we both had high expectations for the flight.
Unfortunately, it was short-lived.
The “flight” was really more of a tumultuous freefall and what aviation experts would likely classify as “an unsurvivable descent.” We’d both just witnessed the worst aeronautical disaster in the entire history of paper airplanes and I knew he was looking at me for something positive to say.
I had nothing.
Thankfully, he quickly broke the silence. “Did you see how many times it flipped over before it hit the ground? That was awesome!”
Yes. Yes it was. I only wish I’d thought to say it first.
Originally posted on Medium.
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