Saturday, June 7, 2014
Camp Papa Postcard Classics: The Red-eye.
We flew to California last night and this time Mom and Dad flew with us. It was way past our bedtime when we left--like super late. Even past the time that the Cartoon Network channel switches over to Adult Swim with all those "mature" cartoons. Mom said it's called "the red-eye" airplane. That's because everybody is sleepy since it's late at night.
Grandma? There was this one man on the plane who had really, really red eyes even though he didn't seem sleepy. I know he wasn't because every time the airplane-helper-people walked past him he asked them to give him something to drink. But not like a Sprite or Fanta. I heard Dad whispering to Mom across the aisle. He told her, "That dude is lit." Zachary was asleep but I wasn't so I asked Mom what "lit" meant. She said to ask you.
Isaiah, age 9 and 1 month
P.S. Does it mean that he was, like, letting his light shine like they say at children's church? Or something else?