Sitting by Owen

Taking the flight back from Albany, I had the experience of sitting next to Owen who is 4 and 3/4 years old. I know this because he repeatedly told me this throughout the flight. He was a cute little boy - but he was all boy. He drove his play cars up and down my arm, showed me the wings they gave him several times, leaned WAY OVER on to me to see out the window, burped the alphabet (I think) and asked me nearly a thousand questions.
What was amazing was that his mother managed to fall asleep for most of the flight, so I was the object of Owen's focus and attention...yeah me. It's good to be home.