Spruce woke up Wednesday morning with the idea that we were getting on an airplane. He has never been on an airplane, so I'm not really sure where he got the idea, but he was pretty excited about it.
Spruce: "We go on airpwane?! We go see daddy?!"
Me: "Yes, sweetie. We're going to see daddy, but we're going to drive not fly."
Spruce: "But MOMMA, I want to fwy!!!!"
After several minutes of groggily trying to explain it to him, I finally just went with the old standby, "Sweetie, it's expensive to fly and we don't have the money."
It worked. I was shocked, but it did!
So we get to NC and Spruce finds a penny in the parking lot. He grabs it, hands it to Steve and says, "Dat's for de airpwane." and walks off...
Steve just stood there, perplexed.
Me: "Better save that. We're flying next time."