Smooth landing, but Daddy could do better...

Roman was a perfect baby on his first flight. I was really happy because I didn't want to be "that" person with the crying baby. He was so excited to see all the people sitting behind us who had come to visit him; and he was flirting with the girls behind us, of course.
After I opened the window, he just stared outside, mesmerized by the contrast of the white snow on the black tarmac. Or, maybe he was thinking about how he would like to be a pilot when he grows up. His daddy asked the pilots if they still gave out wings, but they don't. That's okay though, daddy has extras.