Conversation overheard out the back door, between E and her cousin Lucy (both six):
E is standing on the picnic table bench, arms outstretched, face earnest in concentration
L: (chanting) Flap, flap, gliiiiiiide. Flap, flap, gliiiiiiide. Flap, flap, gliiiiiiiiiiiiide.
as E bends her knees to jump, this chanting increases in speed and volume, culminating in both the jump and the rousing
Don't let gravity get you down!!!
E jumps, "soars", lands hard on the dirt, grin spreading across her face.
E: I love how you cheered for me, Lucy!
repeat, alternating flier and teacher, for four days straight.
I asked Eliza what the best part of her first day with Lucy was, and her face lit up as she answered "flying lessons".