My husband, Luca, had been flying commercial planes for nearly nine years, yet somehow our seven-year-old son, Leo, had never been a passenger on a flight his dad was piloting.
Leo complained about it constantly. Whenever Luca packed his flight bag for work, Leo would follow him around the house firing off questions: “Are you flying one of the big planes today?” “Do the passengers know you’re my dad?” “Can kids ever visit the cockpit?”
A few weeks ago, Luca casually mentioned that he had been assigned a short Saturday flight to Chicago. He’d fly there, have a few hours between assignments, and be home before dinner. The moment he told me, an idea popped into my head.
I decided Leo and I would secretly book seats on Luca’s flight. We would stay out of sight at the airport, sit near the back of the plane, and surprise him only after we landed. I’m usually terrible at keeping secrets from my husband, but somehow, this time, I pulled it off.
When I told Leo, he could barely contain himself. “We’re really flying with Dad?” “Yes.” “And he doesn’t know?” “Not a clue.”
Leo treated the mission like he had been entrusted with a top-secret assignment. He packed his headphones, a bag of gummy bears, and his favorite little toy airplane. Then he added something that nearly made me cry: a drawing of Luca standing proudly beside a jet. Across the top, in huge crooked letters, Leo had written: BEST PILOT EVER.
Getting through the airport without Luca spotting us turned out to be much harder than I expected. We were walking toward security when Leo suddenly grabbed my sleeve. “Mom. MOM.”
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