Scott was a year and a half old when he was given his first plane – and his first real mission. He was tasked to fly all the way from the lounge to the kitchen, collect very precious cargo and deliver it back to the lounge where the cargo could be safely delivered to his mother who was seated by the grand fireplace. 
His first mission's description sounded very, very difficult, but Scott was a big boy, and was determined to get the experience under his belt. One chubby little hand tightly gripped the replica plane, while the other hand was secured safely around his father, and with a rush of air in an upwards direction, he was off!

Scott's mission was not easy in the slightest. He had to guide his father around the house like a proper pilot to ensure that he got to the kitchen on time. There were many misdirections along the way - after all, Scott was only little, and all the bright twinkling Christmas lights were making the pilot's brain fuzzy and confused. He had to somehow order his plane to steer around the Christmas tree without crashing into it and destroying the beautiful arrangement of ornaments, and had to make sure he turned the correct way in order to get from the warmth and comfort of the lounge to the kitchen. The halls seemed to be part of a labyrinth, but Scott was a pilot! With the determination he had, and the trusty navigation system his plane had, he soon found his way to the kitchen.

The cargo Scott was set the collect was indeed very precious. It was a substantially sized mug of yummy looking hot chocolate, still very hot, so Scott had to pick it up very carefully. He tasked himself to hold onto the handle of the mug, while the plane had to use one of its hands to balance the underside of the mug. (The 'plane,' which was really just Jeff,  found this idea a little unfavourable. This however was mostly due to the fact that his hand was slowly burning under the large mug.)

When Scott finally decided that the cargo was safe and secure, the year and a half old pilot let out a massive yawn. His important mission had made him very tired, but he still had to pilot his plane back to the lounge and deliver the cargo. He tiredly began to pilot his plane back through the labyrinth-like corridors, trying to remember how to get back from the kitchen to the lounge. It certainly was a more difficult task that getting to the kitchen in the first place, but Scott could feel the warmth coming from the fireplace and radiators in the lounge, and to him, they were his beacons that helped guide him home. Finally he made it back, and carefully landed back on the solid ground. The plane made some very convincing landing sounds, causing the tiny boy to giggle and snuggle that plane of his for a moment, before making the final trek to his mother's side and deliver the precious cargo to her.

With his mission coming to a close, Scott wanted to make sure this last bit was extra perfect. He paid very close attention to his walking, deciding not to notice how his father shadowed him in case he fell. The fireplace produced a lot of heat, and that was his indictor as to how close he was to his mum.
Closer, closer, closer...
And there he was! Right by his mother's side, handing her the precious cargo, signalling the end of his mission. Yet there he was, suddenly being lifted up into her lap and having a kiss pressed to his forehead.

It may have been his first mission, and he may have been quite inexperienced, but Scott definitely felt that that first mission was a great success.