Soon, Leila walked into the room, towel-drying her hair, wearing only her robe, which accented her every curve. "What, may I ask, are you men up to?"

"Dada fly!" Jase said, having understood every word.

Leila just about dropped her towel. "Did he just say what I think he said?"

I laughed. "Yes, my dear, your son is a genius!"

Leila sat down on the chair next to mine and watched Jase as I held him up above my head and swayed him back and forth, "flying". ...