Z: Dad, do you remember when we were little, you used to rub our backs before we went to sleep and tell us that when we woke up in the morning, we would have wings?
Me: Ha. No, I don't really remember that.
A: I used to have dreams that I could fly.
Z: Me, too. Every night you did that, I dreamt that I had wings and I could fly.
You're going to fly soon enough, little ones. In the meantime, stay close to me and your mom.