We went over to the windows by the moving sidewalks to planespot when my phone beeped telling me that I missed a call from Kudzu, on a MR of his own, was waiting for us in the C club. A quick return call and he was out to meet us and get us into the club. T enjoyed getting breakfast (a muffin, little tub of yogurt and glass of OJ is great to a 5 year old) and planespotting from the back of the C club. While T ate, Kudzu and I caught up on things. T got antsy and we walked around the club, checking the monitors and the other ins and outs of the club. He doesn't remember it, but he had been in there almost 5 years ago when I was still a club member. Sue and I flew him when he was 10 months old to visit Sue's folks in PBI for Christmas when they still lived there. (So yes, this wasn't technically his first flight... but he doesn't know that. )