I can remember when I was about 3 or 4, riding a Spring Bouncing Pony(this probably dates me). At some point I launched myself over the top and felt like I was flying. It was wonderful!
For the past year or so James has been trying to fly. He has tried jumping off of the couch arm and flapping his arms, diving through the air on our bed and various other techniques.
This morning we were in the kitchen. I was asking them what they wanted for breakfast(they chose cereal), and as I poured the cereal James took the Apron off the refrigerator door.(Erika gave the Apron to me at Christmas and I have a thing for it:))
James tied it around his neck like a cape and climbed up onto the chair. He jumped off. After he jumped he looked at me with and accepting but dissappointed look.
James: "Well I guess I'll never fly"
Me: "You've been trying to fly for a while, haven't you?"
James(with the cute smirky~but innocent~, "duh Mom" look): "But I don't have feathers"
Me: "No you don't. But you could fly in an airplane"
James: "Or when I'm bigger I can jump out of a plane with a parachute"
Me: "...or you could use a hangglider and fly"
Oh, James...what a fun idea you've had. I'm kinda sad to see you accept the inability of humans to fly:( Good problem solving, though:)