Da Plane, Da Plane!

Troy is enamored with the jets that fly over our house on the way to DFW Airport. No matter what he's doing, if he sees or even hears one, he goes running to the window, pointing to the sky, and saying, "Dah!" His favorite time is when we're in the pool, and one will fly over, because he can watch it go completely across the sky before it disappears behind the trees or into a cloud. And we get plenty of them, being directly in the flight path, so we could see a dozen or more in the short time we're in the pool. I don't know what this portends, but maybe he will only feel free in the sky.