For reasons passing understanding, when I finally did come downstairs Sunday morning (around 10:30) Porter wanted to make an airplane out of a cardboard box and had some very strong opinions about how it should look. So I hired a homeless man off the street to do the actual construction.
After drawing windows on the sides and front and adding a nose, the homeless man sleepily cut out wings on the side and then set to work on a tail.
Porter tried out the cockpit to insure a good fit.
While the homeless man added tape to further stabilize the tail fin.
Porter gives the work so far the thumbs up, with the homeless man looking on.
We then added four high-powered jet turbine engines, fashioned from two toilet paper rolls, while Porter added cake stickers to the fuselage.
As far as I can tell, the cake and fork stickers were necessary because the plane’s intended purpose was to fly to Henry and John’s birthday party, which we had explained to Porter, who very much wanted to go, that it was so far away that we’d have to fly there. Given Porter’s love of airplanes, this did not have the deterrent effect we had been hoping for.
Alice hijacks the plane, giving the “V” for Victory sign. “Take me to Hawaii!” She demands, but settles for a tropical flavor popsicle.