The Difference of Three
I cannot believe how incredibly different all my boys are from each other. I view most of my world as black and white, yes or no… binary. So when I had three, stupid me, thought “Oh, he’ll be like one of the other two… or perhaps a combination thereof.”
All of them. Completely different. Night and Day and Something Else. And I now know, if I had twelve, they would all be different… although I would not be around to see it as I would have probably hung myself in the shower.
When people ask me about my three kids and what types of people they are, I put it in aircraft terms. So here you have it, my description of my three boys in terms of jets.
Son#1 would come up with the conceptual design for the latest and greatest fighter/attack aircraft.
Son#2 would engineer it and make it happen.
Son#3… would fly it.