I’m a grown man and I still do this. Sometimes I’ll pick up my coffee, a plate of food or both and fly it like a plane or spaceship from it’s launch pad in the kitchen, maneuver through the dining room chair peaks, through the hallway mountains, down the canyon of couch and coffee table and carefully land on the end table landing pad.

There have been countless safe journeys but a few times I’ve run into engine trouble or turbulence or some other disturbance and I’ve lost my cargo or my ship fell out of the sky into a terrible crash … so much was lost :(