Yesterday, flying on a thread on Tundra, an incident occurred that made me think...
My daughter (three years old) came to my knees, and at this moment I am in battle, the RC is turned on for voice activation.
The daughter is still talking, and therefore commented on the course of my battle as follows:
D: Daddy, are you being shot in your plane?
I: Yes my daughter.
Q: Has his wing broken?
I : Well yes.
D is Pizzeria?
I hear the laughter of the rookie, and I am ashamed.