Reality.

One morning, just over a year ago, Ike woke up in tears. Through his sobs, and broken 2-year-old speech, he said, "I. No. Can (sob, sob). Fly."

He had been DREAMING he could fly. Waking up was devastating. Cause reality stinks like that.

I did my best to console him, but felt HORRIBLE.

This morning, while at the park, he sat at the top of the slide. A sudden sadness came over him.

"Mom, I don't have spider webs in my hands."

Ahhhhgggghhh!

How cruel life can be to a child with imagination.