Helicopter havoc

Michael has a new model helicopter. It looks pretty much the same as his other small helicopter but apparently it requires more skill to fly it. Judging by the fact that he’s just flown it into my leg and shredded my tights, clearly he has yet to perfect the art of flying this one. It’s just as well he has another helicopter flying lesson tomorrow. One day I might be able to sit in the lounge and write without having to dodge small flying objects or feeling the need to remove all breakable items. Oh well, I love him anyway.