On our way back from Merced we stopped at the Gilroy outlets and Jory wanted to ride the helicopter, which for some reason he calls a quailailo. Quailailo originally seemed to mean both helicopter and chicken, but fortunately Jory finally converged on a single meaning.
Jory had gotten to see helicopters taking off and landing at the Castle Air Museum in Atwater over the weekend - but we're saving those pictures for the next post.
KC traipsed all over the outlets to find an ATM, with Jory shrieking "Money for quailailo! Money money!" KC finally popped Jory in the helicopter, inserted the money - and this happened:
For some bizarre reason, Jory really likes watching this movie of him screaming in the quailailo - it's hilarious now. What a weird kid.
Jory had gotten to see helicopters taking off and landing at the Castle Air Museum in Atwater over the weekend - but we're saving those pictures for the next post.
KC traipsed all over the outlets to find an ATM, with Jory shrieking "Money for quailailo! Money money!" KC finally popped Jory in the helicopter, inserted the money - and this happened:
For some bizarre reason, Jory really likes watching this movie of him screaming in the quailailo - it's hilarious now. What a weird kid.
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