For Naming Me "Icarus," First of All

Five-year-old, quietly: I wish you'd die...
Mom: What?
Five-year-old: I said, 'I wish I could fly.'
Mom: Oh, okay.
Five-year-old: So I could fly away from you!

--66th & Freedom Pl

Overheard by: Evan

via Overheard in New York, Nov 12, 2007