"You know, Dad," The Brawn begins and I can already tell this is going to be good. "Anyone can fly."
"Really?" I ask, assuming I'm going to learn about how old you have to be—or, rather young you can be—in order to get a pilot's license.
But no. As usual, I'm not even close. "Oh, sure. Anyone can fly. I mean, anyone can jump" — and I do not argue this very arguable argument by pointing to his big brother — "and, really, jumping is flying. It's just a very, very short flight."