Reckless Pilot

"Mama," my nine-year-old son said.  "I'm going to be an Air force pilot when I grow up."

"That's nice, Bubba," I said.  "I thought you were going to be a meteorologist. What made you change your mind?"

"I got a big idea.  Do you want to know what it is?"

I nodded.  "Sure."

"I'm going to fly over your house real low, faster than the speed of sound."

I looked at that kid and raised my eyebrows.  "Faster than the speed of sound?"

"Yep.  Three times faster!"

"Can a plane go that fast?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am.  Military planes can."

"I see.  And do you realize you will create a sonic boom, and blast all of the neighborhood window out?"

He grinned.  "That's why I want to do it!"

So, ladies and gentlemen.  In about fifteen years, if your windows are suddenly blown out by a sonic boom, you'll know who did it.  Good luck trying to catch him!