I took Ely to the library today. She likes to play in their little pagoda and children's area. I sat with her in one of their comfy chairs and read her a story. She began talking about a little bee cutout they had hanging above the area, and talking about how it could fly because it has wings.
I told her, "yes, you're right! They do have wings."
"I don't have wings yet, do I mommy?" she replied.
I couldn't help but laugh and give her a big hug. "Not yet, darling."
"And once I have wings, then I fly, right mommy?"
"If you had wings, sweetie, you could fly, too. Just like that bee."
And with a contented sigh and wiggling into get more comfortable, she returned to the story.
