The impressive stack of cushions atop our basement couch makes me cringe
but giggles are contagious.
“I’m on top of the world!”
“I is not afwaid of anyfing!”
“I… like… pink.”
Superhero capes wave behind as they leap to toy towers.
There is much to be cleaned and stopped and quieted.
I slide rough edges and plastic toys from their landing and cushion the floor with blankets and sleeping bags.
Returning to my laundry basket, I head back upstairs.
Who am I to interrupt a flying lesson?
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