Goodbye Helicopter

For Max's birthday I took him to Target to pick out a present. We ended up with two. Two helicopters. Apparently they are a current obsession. Newly minted when he saw them no doubt.

One of the helicopters had a remote control and it could fly. On Sunday we found some batteries and gave it a try. Kristin grabbed the remote to show us how it was done. She crashed it several times, but appeared confident so Max, Keely and I let her keep "showing us how to do it."

She insisted we take it outside where there was more room. We moved it to the porch where Kristin once again took the controls. I held it on my hand and she set the propellers in motion. We all watched as it sailed higher, and higher and higher. I wondered when she would turn it or bring it back down.

It continued to climb...about 20 or 25 feet until it got as high as the tallest roof. Just as i was about to say, "shouldn't you bring it back down?" it took a sudden turn towards the roof and dropped. Keely, Max and I stood with mouths agape wondering what happened to our little "hewicowpter."

Kristin and Abram tried to get out the ladder and make it work...impossible. It was too high, and the ladder could not be dominated.

And so, the first flight of the helicopter was it's last. Goodbye helicopter. Thank goodness there was another one left.

If there is one thing I have learned from Lisa and Kristin - - confidence, even extreme confidence doesn't always mean they really, really know what they're talking about.