Knock, Knock….loud bang and another knock. I throw panties at one naked kid for her to put on, grab up the other that’s still in her pjs and a soggy diaper and run to answer the door. Living in a community of less than 100 people, knocks on the door don’t happen very often. Luckily for us, I answer the door and see our livestock manager and a cowboy. They tell me that in about 30 minutes there will be a helicopter landing right in front of our house. As one kid is yelling through the window because she can’t get her panties on, the other kid doesn’t want to be put down, I’m trying to figure out if the helicopter is for someone, a rescue helicopter of some sort.
It wasn’t. It’s a spray helicopter. A while back I wrote about crop dusters while we were living in Kansas. I LOVE to watch them.
A helicopter sprayer is no different. We LOVED it.
Of course we had to practice being helicopters after watching.
Needless to say, mornings are a little hectic, confusing and obviously a great learning time.
I’m glad I answered the knock at the door.
