"Wow!"
Oliver's voice filled the small space of the car as they approached the tarmac, and the plane's view became more evident.
"Mom, look at the size of those planes." He watched his son point to the aircraft already in the air and some parked on the ground.
He could see the amazement in his son's eyes and hear the enthusiasm in his voice. He believed Oliver was like a child who just received his early Christmas gifts.
"Dad, it is much bigger than the pictures I drew." He shouted when he saw another big one.
Since his son learned about the trip the other day, he had been obsessing about it. All he could talk about was how excited he was to fly.
And since his brother's last visit, Oliver also had been drawing a lot. He assumed his son might have taken some of his grandfather's genes since Dale had gotten most of his talent and passion from him.
