Flying With Dad

My dad is a pilot. Right now, he is a flight instructor in Roanoke, Va. The other weekend he took Andrew and I flying over Roanoke, Smith Mountain Lake and Leesville Lake.

It was all good until we started circling around Leesville Lake.

Andrew doesn't usually get motion sick, but he was sweating and white as a ghost. I thought he was going to... you know... all over my dad. I was feeling a little queasy myself. It's a shame because we could have flown over the Virginia Tech game as well, but our stomachs just couldn't take it.

Well, this is what happened after Andrew threw up all over my dad.

Just kidding... we landed fine (My dad is a great pilot!!!!) and Andrew didn't throw up.