My baby is turning six in a little over a week (what is wrong with this sentence?)! Where does the time go? Does it really fly?

I recently was cleaning out my jewelry box, and I found six broken watches (…why I still had them is a mystery). Well, in my corny mind (and hesitant-to-throw-anything-away hands),  I envisioned some art project for the kids (there was just the right amount). I would tell them to make something that flies, using the new clay that Kane graciously gave us. Then, they would pick out a watch to add to their unidentified flying objects! Well, it was fun to watch (silly pun intended)! Here is a picture of time flying…symbolic of my son Bradley’s six years.