BOMB!

On Saturday I took Jacob and Emily to the airport to catch their plane to New Mexico to visit their grandparents. On the way to the airport I was discussing with the children about the security and the lines and what not that they would have to do once we arrived at the airport. Because in today’s world my kids never go upstairs through the security on a regular basis. I think Jacob has only done it once in his life ever. So I was explaining that they would have to allow their backpacks to go though the X-ray machine and they would have to take off their shoes and put them through as well. Jacob asked, “Why do I have to take my shoes off?” I responded with, “Well, one time a man put a bomb in his shoes and tried to get on the airplane. He was trying to hurt people, but they caught him, so now, you have to take your shoes off when you get on the plane to make sure you don’t have a bomb in your shoe.” I thought that would have answered any questions that either kid might have had, but then Jacob decided to say bomb about 14 times in the next 3 minutes.

“I don’t have a bomb in my shoes.”

“I don’t have a bomb in my bag.”

“I don’t have a bomb with me.”

“Bomb.”

“Bomb.”

“Bomb.”

Over and over again. I thought I might just die right there in the car driving to the airport. He would not stop saying bomb.

SO I calmly explained to him that he could NOT say that word once we got to the airport, or he wouldn’t be seeing MeMaw and PePaw today, because he could go to jail. Emily promptly told me he was too little to go to jail. I told her- Whatever- he could get into lots of trouble. So STOP IT!

Once we arrived he did not say bomb one time. I was so proud of him. However, while waiting in the line for security he saw all lighters and matches that had been discarded prior to going through the security line and we talked about how it wouldn’t be good for a fire to start on the plane to which he tells me, “Yeah, cuz it would go BOOM and then down.” With the little hand motions of a plane falling from the sky.



I just wanted to die once again. Hoping that nobody though we were planning to take over a plane. Because we SO were not. I just have a little boy who loves explosions and airplanes.

Emily waiting for the plane reading her new magazine.

Is our plane here yet?

It's here!!!