Caelism of the Day

When Cael emerged from his room after his all-too-short nap today, he was either still partially asleep or he was rehearsing a monologue for a theater production he hopes to join.

"Mommy, today is the day I am a toy.  Toys are blue and hard and they sing songs.  They sing songs about the sky.  I'm going to be a bird and I will be orange and green and all the colors.  Will you be a bird?  Can you fly with me?"

Phfffft.

"Excuse me, Mommy.  I tooted.  Birds toot sometimes."