"Mama," my nine-year-old son said. "I'm going to be an Air force pilot when I grow up."
"That's nice, Bubba," I said. "I thought you were going to be a meteorologist. What made you change your mind?"
"I got a big idea. Do you want to know what it is?"
I nodded. "Sure."
"I'm going to fly over your house real low, faster than the speed of sound."
I looked at that kid and raised my eyebrows. "Faster than the speed of sound?"
"Yep. Three times faster!"
"Can a plane go that fast?" I asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Military planes can."
"I see. And do you realize you will create a sonic boom, and blast all of the neighborhood window out?"
He grinned. "That's why I want to do it!"
So, ladies and gentlemen. In about fifteen years, if your windows are suddenly blown out by a sonic boom, you'll know who did it. Good luck trying to catch him!