That Boy Has Good Eyesight

We are back from our trip to the Netherlands (with a side trip to Germany). I have many stories to share, but I'll start with a simple one from the plane ride home:

We were circling the Portland airport, getting ready to land, and Alexander was peering out the window, naming things he recognized.

"I see the ocean!"

"I think that's a river."

"Oh, yeah, a river. I see a boat. And a bridge." And then he shouted, "Mama, I see Germany!"

The whole front of the plane laughed.