Death from above

So for Christmas my dad got the boys (and me) one of those little helicopters that you do a quick charge with and then you can fly it around the room. Ironically I got Dad one of those helicopters too, since he loves a good toy. This toy is the coolest thing. You can't really control it that well, but with some skill you can get it to hover pretty good and kind of control where it goes. William is actually pretty good at it and can control it pretty well. Andrew on the other hand, is full-throttle, let's slam it into the ceiling, flyer. It helps having the high ceiling in the family room to give us a little more fly room. We WERE having fun with the copter until "the incident" Usually I would only let the boys play with this helicpoter when I am in the room and can help them with it. So we are flying it in the room the other day and I had to run upstairs to put Christopher down for his nap. I hear the boys laughing and giggling, but then also hear, thud, crash. Oh crap that is not good at all. I get downstairs to see that the boys had flown the helicopter onto the mantle and knocked a candlestick off. Of course it is part of a special Cinderella set that was a wedding gift for us, so not a typical run of the mill candlestick. I have been doing some searching on the net hoping to find a replacment for prince charming (he is the one who took the header onto the bricks, Cinderalla is fine) but no luck so far. There is a reason that we don't have Jen's Disney stuff around the house. Because we have 3 boys and me. So the helicopter is now an outdoor toy...