I Can Fly, Mummy

'I can fly, Mummy'

I had popped to the Post Office to post a birthday card for a friend when I noticed that the park was completely empty. It was a little cold but nothing a little fluffy coat wouldn't cure. I wasn't sure he was old enough - just turned seven months - but it was worth a wee try. Well, as soon as I lifted my little fella out of his Oyster buggy he knew he was off on an adventure. I placed him in the swing and pushed it ever so slightly and his little face lit up with the largest grin I had ever seen. My phone came out of my pocket to take photos and film footage under a minute long, then rang my husband just to share my excitement of his excitement. All the while the grin stayed on his face, he held onto the chains tightly, and kicked his little babygrow covered feet as though dancing in the air. He looked straight at me as though to say 'I can fly, Mummy'.