Rainbow was in a foul mood last night. And it was all a matter of frustration really…
She wanted to fly. And it wasn’t working.
She made paper wings. She made paper feathers, careful to to add a stem so they could be inserted into carefully made slits in paper wings. She took the paper wings and flapped. She jumped and flapped. She jumped off the deck and flapped. Effort upon effort, still she did not fly.
“You can not fly,” I tried to explain. “You are people. People do not fly. Birds fly. It will not work.”
To which she responded…
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all!!!!”
Let the jumping and flapping continue.
Tonight she is anxious for me to take her to the bargain store so she can spend her savings on a helium balloon.
For fear of rekindling last night’s experimentation if it is not involved in this dream of flight, I have not asked if there is a connection.