I Can Fly!

So I can fly! I mean it I can. From the desk to the bed, and then I do it all over again. It all started when Tiffany would pick me up and throw me onto the bed, and I loved it. So I would make her keep doing that to me. Then she started throwing me from the desk to the bed, it started lower then higher, and stayed that way. I get really happy about it and keep wanting her to do it. One morning she didn't throw me, so I went in the bedroom and sat on the desk and I started crying really loud. So that is our morning fly time together.