It's a Bird...It's a Plane...Blah Blah Blah

So I was sitting on the floor of our bedroom one day, watching TV, and I heard my son, who was watching TV from the bed begin to move around and make some noise.  Without warning, he jumped from the bed up above me and landed, full belly flop, on the carpet right in front of me.  He sat up off the floor and with tears filling his big brown eyes, he said in the most disappointed voice possible "Dad...I can't Fly!"  And then he started crying.  Not because of the pain, but because of the dissapointement that flying like superman was not an option.