I bet you didn't know I could fly. I can. It's my new-found talent. What? You don't believe me?
Let me tell you the story. Last night, when I was tucking my daughter into bed, my husband came into the room. "Do you want to see me lift Mama?" he asked.
I gave him a look. "I don't think I need a lift," I said.
Of course both kids squealed with delight. "Yeah, Daddy. Lift Mama!"
I sighed. "Fine. But it won't be much of a challenge because I'm such a feather weight." (I am. Even my eleven-year-old daughter can lift me.)
My husband picked me up, and the next thing I knew, I was flying through the air. I landed in the middle of the bed.
"What the heck?" I said.
My husband grinned. "Next time I'll send you to the moon!"