Last Saturday, Oliver saw an airplane...
"Look mom! And airplane! ZOOM!" he said.
I took that as the perfect opportunity to let him know that in exactly seven days he would get to fly on an airplane.
I thought for sure he would be ecstatic about this news.
No such luck.
"Nope. Sorry. I don't want to fly on a plane. I don't want to fly on a bird. I don't want to fly on a space shuttle."
As soon as we got home I called my parents to tell them we wouldn't be coming because Oliver refused to fly. When he heard me repeat the unacceptable flight options, he added a couple more items to the list:
"Mom," he said, "I don't want to fly on a helicopter and I don't want to fly on a Noah gay."
Well, tomorrow we are boarding our flight no matter what my short friend Oliver says.
...This could get ugly.