It’s a Shark Plane

Iva and I had a day to fill, and it had been over two years since we had last visited the Udvar-Hazy museum. She’s been excited about airplanes and helicopters recently, and it’s also a great place to just run and burn energy.

“What is that called?”
“It’s a tower.”
“A tower!”

Already running of into the distance.

“A shark plane!! It’s a shark plane!! Dada, look!!”

“Oh my goodness! It’s a helladoctors!”

The space suit was a little strange.

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run!

“One, zero, three!”

“Hey Iva, look! It’s a space ship!”
*run, run, run*

“Hey Iva, can I take a photo of you with the helicopter?”
“Yeah!”
“O.k., stand over there and look at me, and smile!”

“Look it’s R for Robot!!”

We had to say goodbye to the shark plane before we left.