A weekend of fun

Jory and I went to the Hiller Aviation museum, where he finally wanted to sit in the 747 cockpit. According to him, he safely landed the plane near our house in Menlo Park.

I'm pretty sure this is where they kept the food carts; I was imagining the flight attendant's surprise if they opened it up to find Jory in there.

The next day Jory went to a friend's birthday party at some sort of rumpus room. He was a big fan of the ball pit...

 and the construction worker theme was much appreciated!