“Whoaaaaa, are you a pilot?” Matthias glanced his way with a grin. “Yes, I am.” This was possibly the worst thing to say to a seven-year-old obsessed with vehicles. “I have a huuuuge plane at home! I wish I’d brought it to show you!” Matthias’ look softened even more before he crouched in front of my brother. “Well, you’ll just have to bring it next time you come here, ’kay buddy?”
