...then you can fly.that's what i tell my little girl every time i put her down for bed. actually it goes,"honey, what happens when you remember you're dreaming?"
"fly!" she says with a big audible smile. then she giggles and elongates the word with joy, "FLYYYYYYY!"
then she tells me on what sort of beast she intends to fly. sometimes it's a mythical animal like a unicorn or a giant butterfly. sometimes it's something strange like a panda. occasionally it'll be a seafaring creature, like a dolphin, or a freshwater pet like a goldfish. other times it'll be something more realistic, like a helicopter. today it was a regular old plane.
then she tells me on what sort of beast she intends to fly. sometimes it's a mythical animal like a unicorn or a giant butterfly. sometimes it's something strange like a panda. occasionally it'll be a seafaring creature, like a dolphin, or a freshwater pet like a goldfish. other times it'll be something more realistic, like a helicopter. today it was a regular old plane.
"you'll be flying in a plane?"
"yes! mommy and shuggie in a plane togeder."
"where are we going?"
"to the sky!"
oh. of course. silly me.
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