The other day we were driving in the car and off in the distance, we saw a hang glider floating and bobbing across the sky. We pointed it out to Sean who craned his neck to see. “Oh! A hang gwider!” he said, “I used to do that!”
Antique Daddy and I exchange glances.
“Or really?” I say “Is that so?”
“When did you hang glide?”
“When I was at my farm. I would hang gwide and go way, way up in the sky and then come down – boom! – in the field and then I would get on my bicycle and wide away.”
“Wow. I didn’t know that. Is that true?”
“No. I just made it up.”
Okay then. So he either has a career as a politician. Or a mother.