My husband, Tyler, has been a commercial pilot for almost nine years, but our 7-year-old son, Mason, had never actually been a passenger on a plane his dad was flying.
Mason talked about it constantly.
Whenever Tyler left for work, Mason would ask, “Are you flying a big one today?” or, “Do the passengers know you’re my dad?”
A few weeks ago, Tyler mentioned he had a short Saturday flight to Chicago and would be home before dinner.
That gave me an idea.
I bought two tickets without telling him.
The plan was simple: Mason and I would board Tyler’s flight, stay completely out of sight, and surprise him after we landed.
Mason treated the secret like a classified mission. He packed his little headphones, a bag of gummy bears, and a drawing of his dad flying an airplane. Across the top, in giant crooked letters, he had written, “BEST PILOT EVER.”
