aer-plane, hell-cotter!!

I should start today's entry by saying Aidan loves transportation. He loves trains (tooh- tooh) and buses (buh- mama) and cars and trucks (also called cars) and he used to call airplanes cars- but then he saw them flying over JJ and Monique's house one night and now they're aer-planes. Boats are boats- but last week we had a breakthrough, there was a bad guy in our neighborhood- so SWAT was called- and everybody knows, when SWAT is called- the media follows. So we had helicopters overhead all day. So, Aidan now says hell-cotter. So sweet.
I got him a hell-cotter t-shirt the other day at the outlet- and its the only thing he's ever insisted on wearing- even with food on it.
OK, today (for fun) I went to our 'local' airport. Well, fun for Aidan and me anyway. Michael helped us get there (via phone) and we parked and unloaded and up to the big fence we go. "Aer-plane!" says blondie- and both he and Hen start pointing to all the aer-planes. Unsatisfied with our vantage point, I start walking. A is sad and its "Bye bye aer-plane!" about 40 times- until we turn the corner (inside the fence! hee hee) and nearly run into a pilot. And then from ground control, Aidan screams out "Hell-cotter Mama!"
((My heart just skips a beat when he puts two words together- sometimes three!)) Henry is nonplused and continues to suck away and cover his head with his arm. "How dare you take me out when I much prefer to nap!" he grumbles around his pacifier (I assume).
So we parked Bob on the 'runway' (!!), spoke to a few pilots and pilots-in-training. It seems they go up every day at 12, 2, 4 and 6. Just our luck to have arrived at 12. By 12:30 Aidan was pretty much as toasty as Henry so we left, having witnessed many hell-cotter depart. Hoorah! We'll do this again!