my dad has a bit of a fetish with tight spaces that are self-sufficient for approximately one week to one month...trains, hiking tents and backpacks, the space station, and let's not forget, aircraft carriers. let me just say, i went to the midway at 3 weeks old which was before i went to church for the first time. so naturally, we take any visitors there and dragged the walker family on deck.
ahoy young sailor.
in the ready room, prepping for our flight.
i felt woefully unprepared because i couldn't see anything strapped to mom's back.
(yes, notice the backpack straps on mom, and notice how that mean's i can't see the map, or the plane model, nothing.)
apparently you have to schmooze the pilot to get a ride.
i did no such thing, i get free rides from mom all the time just cuz i have blue eyes.
let me out of this carrier and into one of the planes!!
whew. thanks for getting me out of that thing.
what's this? the end of a jet engine you say?
hey. hey. why are you putting me in that thing?
did you learn nothing from our submarine experience?
never hand me to dad when propulsion objects are involved, he will put me in them.
okay. safe back in the carrier...haha, we're all on a carrier, but i'm also in one.
apparently uncle chris got promoted to captain, but i didn't get to see it
because i was well below the height limit.
next time, i will be captain and i will do many much touching of buttons.
next confined quarters adventure: train. in two days. through the mountains. sweet. i don't plan to take any naps i'm so jazzed.
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