O: I mostly didn't like it. It was exciting, but loud.

This is not a political post. I promise, not even kind of.

Los Angeles is a strange and wonderful place. A few days ago, after sign out at O's school, a bunch of parents were just hanging out in the park, when WWIII began, or at least that was where my hyperactive worst-case-senario brain went.

Several large grey helicopters flew low over the playground, ruffling the kiddos hair. They landed in formation just up the hill. Moments later two identical green helicopters approached from different directions and landed on the field too. The loose perimeter was maintained by a couple of intimidating dudes in polo shirts and jeans. Everyone ran up the hill to watch.

It was very clear that this level of security was way too lax for Marine One to have it's illustrious passenger inside, but it was still pretty cool. A couple of the babies are still pointing emphatically at any plane, helicopter, or bird they spot in the sky, and then insisting that their mothers force a landing for closer inspection.

I'm not saying that that was a dry run for Obama's visit to Los Angeles this week. I am saying that preschool was unexpectedly shut-down for two days due to unforeseen "park maintenance". I guess it makes sense that POTUS trumps preschool, and at least we got a really awesome, up-close, personal air-show out of it.