Flying High

My sister may have the name Amelia, but I am the true flying ace in the family.  Case in point: my nightly flying sessions with Daddy.  Here's the step by step process.  First tell Daddy it's time to fly.  We do this by yelling, "Fly!" and tackle Daddy as stealthily as possible.  It's best to catch him off guard--you get lots of giggles that way.

Once you are successfully in the air, toddle around a bit and pretend you aren't interested in flying.  It's always a bonus to be arrogant.

Okay, don't be too arrogant or you may fall and crack open Daddy's head--or maybe your own.  We don't want to lose our airplane or spill blood on the carpet, do we?

Look at me soar!  I even have a cape (trusty Mr. Blankie) and my tongue is out as I goff at the naysayers.  Like my perfectly straight legs?  I should be in gymnastics.

Last, but not least, be sure to tackle Daddy.  He really likes being attacked by a 3 year old.  Daddys are indestructable!