Helicopters, Dad! Helicopters!

Last Tuesday my friend Chad landed a helicopter in the church parking lot. I brought Connor along, cause I knew he would love it!

The moment the copter came into view, Connors eye's never blinked. He was fixated on that thing. After it touched down, and you could see that the rotors were slowing, Connor looked at me and said, "The big fan is slowing down Dad, it's going slower."

When we got close the helicopter Connor wanted to touch the "big fan". I informed him they were called rotors, and he said that the rotors were sharp and could poke your stomach, one has to agree with logic like that.