This morning while changing her diaper, Jocelyn told me a story that went a little something like this:
Mama I saw the moon upstairs (she means in the sky)
Uh huh and I need my wings so I can go get it.
Do you have wings?
Uh huh. I have wings like Tinkerbell. I put them on and fly to the moon and get it. It's my moon.
Hmm you will need to practice that sugar. That's a long trip.
Daddy can do it. Daddy is a super hero and he can fly and get the moon for me.
Daddy is a super hero? Hmm that makes sense.
Yes. Daddy is a super hero. I'm little but I can make it too.
You are little but you can make it to the moon too?
Uh huh cause Daddy and I can fly to the moon.