“Look, Mommy! My wings are opened!”
“I could fly around this room with my eyes closed.”
Making good on the boast.
Their faithful shadow.
I love pictures of all my little ducklings lined up in a row.
I also love pictures of little children running.
Particularly if they are running in twirly pink skirts.
Every time I mentioned the “railing” I was corrected. “It’s not a railing, Mama; it’s a train.”
Right. My mistake.
(I was forgetting that the greatest glory moment in my boys’ cinematic experience involves Buzz Lightyear and a train.)
Just another sunny afternoon on our deck, being Buzz.