“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.