As far as Wyatt knows, he has a very unique ability to fly. This belief brings him so much joy that I suspect the disillusionment of his abilities may one day have near "Santa-Clausian" effects so I am going to ask all of you who know him to help maintain this charade. He is getting increasingly wiley, often wondering aloud why he can't fly when Daddy isn't around, or why he can't control where he is going, or why he can't seem to get higher than seven feet off the ground. My answers are becoming increasingly convoluted. I don't know how long I can keep this up, but if he walks off the graduation podium and takes a big bound towards the heavens with his last step, only to come crashing to earth with a confused look on his face, I will feel I did my job as a father.
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