Flying Mama

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!"

Oy!