Will you please pass the syrup?

Well there we all were at breakfast this morning-- that is, the family and I and Ashley-- when suddenly something whizzed by the window.

At which point I started screaming, "Man! Flying! That man is flying! Look he's flying!" and ran outside to take pictures.

And wouldn't you know it-- there was a man flying. He flew up and away until he was just a little speck. Then he disappeared. Then we finished breakfast.

It was a morning to be remembered.