Being swaddled up like this was like the first time her daddies had taken her outside to fly. Her broom at home only went three feet off the ground and they had wrapped her in every protective soft thing they could find. On top of that, one had been on either side of her with arms in wrapped around her so that she wouldn't slip to either side. Neither one had relaxed until she was on the ground again, which she had found funny, though she heavy sighed the whole time, complaining that she was a big girl and could do it on her own!
This time though, Rosie was starting to understand the more and more Terry didn't know how to do the things she liked, that while this was her daddy, it wasn't the same daddy she knew at home. It was confusing for her though, because he looked and acted so much like her daddy. But she was figuring it out, and so was he, and that was all that mattered. That, and he was going to let her fly again!
Rosie could barely move in all the padding, but she did her best to waddle out of the house and into the backyard, listening to the rules. The rule were easy and definitely something she could do. "I can have fun and listen. I can. I can have the most fun of everyone ever!" She was super excited. Whatever Terry may have though and despite being five, she was actually pretty decent, even with a toy training broom. She straddled the broom, taking an extra minute to do so because the padding was making it hard to move properly. "Can I go?"