Yes, I realize I've misspelled airplane. You'll understand when you see the picture. On a lazy Sunday afternoon we were all recovering from the affects of Daylight Savings time (well I shouldn't say everyone, mostly just Camille while I was attempting to rest on the couch and entertain kids at the same time, yeah, not much resting was going on) when Linsey suddenly reverse engineered a paper airplane I had made for her. And not just any paper airplane, the glider type, which is the hardest plane to make. Then Hunter conscripted me to make him enough planes to match Linsey's growing stash. Then they decided to make a store to sell their planes at. This required that there be two jets for each chair and enough gliders to cover the table. It was decided that each plane would cost a quarter. Of course the only "customers" in the house were Mom and Dad. It was interesting shopping for paper airplanes made from paper out of my office made by me and spending my own money on them. Nonetheless, I bought the sleakest looking jet I could find and Linsey wrote my name on it as proof that it was purchased by me. Needless to say, it's on top of my desk and, I must admit, it's the nicest paper airplane I've ever seen.
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