breakfast at the airport

In the next town over there is a small airport. Like, very small...no terminals, ticket counters, any of the stuff that makes an airport seem like an airport. The things it DOES boast is a little cafe and small private planes taking off every so often. 
We've been wanting to take Levi for a while, so winter break seemed like the perfect opportunity. We met up with all of Levi's grandparents at the Airport Cafe one morning and had breakfast to the sight and sound of planes taking off and landing. A very exciting excursion for a plane-loving little guy (that boy can hear and see planes in the air before anyone else I know!).