Last night, we all went out to Applebee's to eat, partially for ourselves and mostly for Dad. When my nephews had to go to the bathroom, the duty (heh- I said "duty") of escorting fell to my brother and me because my brother-in-law was trapped on the inside of the booth. Since we passed the boys over the table, I held onto my younger nephew and kept holding him aloft, flying him to the bathroom.
This occurred two more times and I was pretty sure that the last one was just because he wanted to fly. A couple of times, I felt I had to fly him backwards just so he could fly like Powdered Toast Man.
Flying outside to the car, he saw another child and proclaimed: "A girl! Look, Uncle Gregory: a girl!" It was then the other nephew's turn to fly a bit.
They love flying the friendly skies!
Here, now, for the general public, do I blab and blab some more about my experiences as I live and work as a clown and actor, but mostly as a person pursuing a life while trying to keep both of these things happening.
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