Mason and the Airplane

It's Friday, so let's see if I can up come up with something awesome to tell you guys about my awesome nephew Mason.  A couple of weeks ago, my sister was taking Mason and his little brother, Doc, to pick up their older brother from school (or from whatever else it is that little kids do during the day) when they saw a bunch of firetrucks fly by in the other direction.  And because all of my sister's kids are obsessed with any sort of truck, she followed them so that Mason and Doc would shut up.  Well, when they got to their destination, they saw this:

Apparently a small airplane failed to take off and instead plowed through the fence at the end of the runway.  So, what does this have to do with Mason?  Nothing that we know of.  But then again, can we definitively rule out foul play?  No, not when Mason just so happened to be in the area.  So, until they pull the black box out of that thing and can prove that Mason had nothing to do with that wreck, I'm just going to go ahead and assume he was behind it.

"Mason and his minions observing their handy-work."