I Can Fly, I Can Fly, I Can Fly

Our two boys have been taking a keen interest in practicing their "flying." Not that they ever walked anywhere. Or sat still. They always seemed to be climbing, jumping, leaping or running to get anywhere.

But now they fly.

The other day I caught Jayden in the backyard climbing up the fence with a plastic shopping bag secured over each arm, like a parachute. He was practicing to fly.

I catch Jackson almost hourly standing on our half wall in the living room, swan diving onto the couch. Again, practicing his flying skills.

Nightly, I argue with them to just go to sleep, but instead they stare out their window, trying to stay up all night for just a glimpse.

A glimpse of what??

Peter Pan, of course!

Brad found the old classic movie and oddly enough they have been watching it over and over and over. (Usually those old classics just don't cut it for them and they are out of there in under 10 minutes.)

But I think it needs to stop.

First of all, I can foresee several broken bones coming their way before they realize that they absolutely need their special fairy dust to fly.

And, the plain fact that when they aren't Peter Pan or Lost Boys wanabes, they are pirates. Pirates who are up to no good.

Pirates who not only make Mr. Polar Bear and Big Dog walk the plank . . . but also subject innocent bystanders like Guillermo and Avery to do the same.

Poor things! (Guillermo and Avery, that is.)

So, while I am grateful that an old classic has finally held my boys' attention, and that they could be stirred to such extensive imaginative play, I am afraid Peter Pan will have to be laid to rest in our home.

At least until Avery can fend for herself and we move into one of those air-filled, bouncey houses.