Took Wyatt down near the airport yesterday so that he could see the airplanes up close & personal as they land. He makes it pretty obvious that he's fascinated by them (when he sees them in the sky whenever we're outside), so it was the least we could do as parents. He watched them with wonder & awe, wide-eyed with his pointer finger on high-alert for when the next plane would pass. He could have sat and watched them all night. It was our first time doing this, but I have a feeling it might not be our last.