Tracey
“Xavier, please stop making attempts to fly. Humans don't fly," I said tiredly to my son, who was busy attempting to fly around the house with my scarf as his wings.
I was home and making some pasta and veggies for lunch. I had been busy all day as Saturday is usually the day I get to do most of the house chores I left undone during the week.
“But Superman can fly,” he said, spreading his hands and running around the house.
“Superman is not...” I was going to say 'not real' but realized I was not ready for that argument as I still had a lot to do.
Just then, my cellphone started ringing, and I went to where I was charging it to unplug it before answering the caller.
“Hello," I said, forgetting to check the caller's identity.
“Hi Tracey, How are you and Xavier? " I heard Chris
