Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeez, hurry up, already!" Napoleon shouted at me, as I taped the white plastic Fisher Price radio to my chest.
"Be quiet. I'm going as fast as I can!" I responded, losing patience.
A minute later I was ready to fly. I pressed the giant orange PLAY button on my radio and soared straight up into the clouds. As I approched him hovering just above my head, Napoleon and I shot forward, just above the treeline, flying over lakes and rivers, looking for evil-doers. . .
Yeah. Pregnancy dreams are fun.