Here is where I tell you that my husband has been traveling a lot and my youngest son loves to ask questions. We explain thoroughly that Daddy is going on an airplane, and then he'll be home. Each and every day, consistently, he would ask where Daddy was, and if he was on an airplane. Then when I'd say, yes, Daddy's on an airplane right now, or will be tonight, my little Hero would run around with his toy airplane making whooshing airplane noises and pretending to fly.
This is where I'll backup and mention that my little guy has a Hero's heart and wants to fly, especially like Superman! He thought if he had the right cape on, he could actually achieve flight so for his safety and my sanity, we had to have a very real conversation on why he can't fly.
Me: Honey, you cannot fly with your cape. You cannot jump out the window or down the stairs, your cape will not hold you.
Jacoby: I fly!
Me: Um, no honey. Hey! Do you have wings?
Jacoby, after spinning in a circle to try and see if there were wings on his back, agreed that he didn't have any. He told me rather shocked, "They're gone!" because clearly wings either fall off or they are stolen. Think he remembers being in heaven before he came to Earth to be mine?
Me: Yes, your wings are gone, Sweetie, so you can't fly here. Just jumping.
My little warrior is clearly a Commando Man and is in the business of knowing what he knows and clearly it's Superman's cape that does the work. Mommy said he couldn't fly, but that meant nothing of the cat that sat so naively in the shopping cart of his. After sending the cat (and cart) down the stairs, he happily announced that Ty was "really, really FAST!". Please know the pet was uninjured and we did discuss using other's lives as our experiments.
While my little hero's Daddy was away, he'd pretend and play with his toy airplane and helicopter each and every day. While adding that into his play, he has become enamored with cowboys lately. He tells me cowboys have guns, they have lassos, they rescue and they have bad horses. Bad horses?! Yep. Cowboys get the bad horses.
One bright morning Jacoby comes into my room and says his customary "Good morning" and then follows into a long one sided discussion about going somewhere that day and how Dad was going to have to take the purple car, he would ride the airplane himself, and I'd get the bad horse and we'll all meet up. I would have thought nothing further about this, but in another discussion Jacoby assigned me the bad horse again. When I questioned him as to why I didn't get to fly the airplane or drive the purple car, he said in no uncertain terms that I get the bad horse. This was definitive for him.
I guess my little guy things I'm a cowgirl. I have a lasso, a gun, and I ride to the rescue on my bad horse.
I guess a girl could do a lot worse, right?
