My son is a pilot and has an hysterical sense of humor. He loves to change his flight name on a regular basis, depending on the day's events. This morning, in a somber mood, his name was J Fly Guy. After his first flight he was feeling is oats, and changed it to Hi Ho Silver. As the day progressed and after a rough landing, he changed it to Whoa Big Fella. When he got home and changed his clothes, he changed it to Cow Pattie. Some things just aren't funny to a mom.
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