My son an I were departing SNS one evening in a Cessna 182 with my son at the controls and his two-year-old daughter in the back seat. We were cleared for take-off, climbing out, passing through about 1,000 feet when my granddaughter announced she needed to go to the bathroom. My son gave me that look, keyed the mic, and told the controller he needed to return to the airport.
Tower:
“5VX, do you need assistance?”
My son:
“Only if you would like to take my two-year-old to the bathroom.”
The controller declined!
Robert McGregor
