The only drawback was the sound of screaming jets taking off and circling overhead the entire time. Poor Ryder cried and clung to my leg every time the hum of engines turned into a roar, but towards the end he was getting brave enough to wave at each one, after all, "Maybe it's Daddy!"
Exploring the airplanes was followed by a walk to the park on base - so thankful for the built in canopy as the sun was out in full force - while I fed Lynden. Here there were cars to drive and slides to descend.
Everything served to give him a hearty appetite (hooray for Mongolian BBQ) and tire him out sufficiently. In fact, we were barely out the gates and on our way home before he was sleeping sweetly.
Just another day in the life...