He woke fitfully from sleep and grizzled quietly.

“What’s wrong, little man?” I ask.

“Ooooh, I can’t fly,” he replied, “I don’t have wings”.

After some suitable attention and a few moments to ponder his statement, he continued,

“I need aeroplane wings. That would make me happy!”

Ah, yes, I’m led to believe that all little boys wish they could fly.

Most just want to be super heroes.

Noah?

He dreams of becoming a Biplane.