Funny as hell guys!

Griff and I were in a “training mission” I concocted the other night, and his little angel was riding shotgun in his lap. The conversation on Ventrilo was something like this:

Me: “Griff, I’m off the tanker, pushing to STP 2, I have the bridge in the TGP, and selecting a GBU-12…”

Griff’s angel “co-pilot”:
“Hi BBall….”

Me: “Hello Nola…how are you sweetie?”

Griff: “Roger, I’m leaving STP 1 and will meet you this side of 2.”
“No Nola…don’t push that….”
“No ….we’re NOT going to crash…”
“Hang on Bill….I’ll be right back….”

(insert sound of 3 yr old being taken to bed….)

Ah….my little “co-pilot” is 15 now and could care less about my flight simming. I completely remember the days of her in my lap, inbound to the target in Jane’s F/A-18 doing some fancy “nap of the Earth”, and she’d grab the HOTAS, jam forward on the stick and we’d become a huge fireball of teeth, hair and eyeballs.

“Sigh….OK honey, let’s see if “Blues Clues” is on TV.”

Good luck guys, it does get better…



BBall