Flying

Annika wants to fly.  She pretends with her toys that they are flying, complete with sound effects.  Babies fly, and jump high in the air.  Dinosaurs fly, trucks fly, rocks fly.  

We went to the zoo the other day for the first time in a long time.  At bedtime, I asked Annika what her favorite thing from the day was, and she said, with gusto, "Clouds!"  I was puzzled.  I asked her if maybe she didn't like the zoo, with the flamingos and snakes and Zoomazium.  She said she did like the snakes, but I could tell she wasn't as enthusiastic about them.  I asked her some more questions, and she told me in toddler-speak that she liked looking at the clouds flying in the air, and she wanted to fly, too, up there with them.  I was truly amazed at this revelation.  "Me fly, too!" she said, pointing to herself.  What wonderful things are going on in that brain of hers?  It is such a privilege to get a glimpse inside her head, to see what she thinks is important, and to try to comprehend how she views the world.

Annika is my little adventurer, and I look forward to seeing where it takes her in life.