I can fly! I can fly! I can fly!

Just like Peter Pan, my sweet boy, whom I think will never really grow up because he is having waaay too much fun, had the chance to fly on a recent visit to Los Angeles. I admire him because he did not hesitate to climb in and rise to the top of the tube, unlike his mother, he is very adventurous. I was too busy trying not to get sick at the mere thought of my boy free falling.

What if the air fan stopped? There could be a power outage...What if he flew too high and hit his head? He is really skinny.. What if he hit the side and broke something?

All of these questions ran thru my poor head as he was in "training."

Then it was his turn and up he went, with a smile like I have never seen.

I am so grateful the Pixie dust lasted as long as his flight.