On Sunday, I spent a good part of my afternoon watching my son during his flying lesson. While it allows me to hug him and chat with him for a bit, the best part is watching my 21-year-old "little" boy do something he loves. I said "little" because when he is at the airport he is like a little kid in a candy shop. I decided to write a playful limerick (definitely not a strength of mine) because of the pure joy that emanates from him when he is at the airport.
There once was a boy named Cam
and flying a plane was his jam
his flight check was stellar
so he could start the propeller
and ace the pilot program
I am excited to be participating in the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Challenge.