I had to post this to you (and make a record for my own sanity).
Moving son into his house today. Our soninlaw (w/his truck) daughter, the baby, and our college age son all helping. I’m watching the baby, giving her lunch at tad before noon. There was a roar, the dishes shook, and baby was all “bad house” Mimi because 2 BLACK helicopters flew so LOW over our street. The guys packing the pick up outside (well sil...my sons have seen them before) were surprised by the lowness and the vibration. No one remarked that they could see the pilot (like your son encountered), but it was scary low times 2:-(
It makes one wonder if all these BH incidents are training exercises. Maybe to get us used to them as well as you mentioned about your sons.
Must get more tinfoil...
BTW our grand daughters are also heavily into fancy. One thing they really like is our stash of mardi gras beads. Hundreds of them in a clear plastic chest. When they are here they always ask for the “treasure chest!”
On ebay you can buy hundreds for real cheap and it brings them and us a lot of dress up fun.