Constructions - - Swimming as opposed to dying in a fishbowl.

There's a six year old that thinks she could fly. I've been watching her for the past few hours and have been given strict orders by my supervisor to not afford her more than a few seconds of running room as she would surely jump on a table, chair, shelf, bureau, cabinet and jump off with her hands spread out, feet and toes extended out like a aerialist. She has gauze bandaged on her forehead, arms, legs, and shoulders. Her nose is cut and the right side of her face (eye included) is still a bloody scab the size of a small pancake. I told her to follow me into the kitchen so I could get some tea and she ran out toward the front table, jumped onto it and made two long steps toward the end of the table. Fortunately I was able to run at her and pull her down from the hip before she was able to try yet another stab at flying. This one would have landed her in into a set of potted plants, azaleas, rhododendrons, pentanthera. A small part of me wanted to let her jump just to see for myself in the hopes that everyone was wrong about her. Her mother wanted to show her Sears tower this week. Parenting skills. The last that came out of her mouth was the importance of hybrid batteries *Eneloop, go green!!!* "she's been known to talk about things that she really shouldn't know about." The construction of this is as follows: don't doubt, don't patronize, hire a swim teacher, immerse her as a mermaid, introduce her to the 3, 10 and 20 meter springboard. Sublimate...While this is all going on, the importance of the tango lessons that will be in progress in another hour are not without mention. The scrabble tournament that will be cancelled due to the dancers is surely going to cause a rift in how the group at large is going to interact. The particular introductions you expected from this crossing will not happen for another few months. What will you do in the meantime? Their suggestion: Liszt, Scarlatti, Haydn. It's the best they can do which is sad considering. The rebuttal: Pianos made of old songs dusted, temporarily revered, posthumously spoken of with fondness but ultimately left in vacant spaces. There's an olivetti typwriter which doesn't depend in any way on the past...Today was the last I'm going to see of this young flying girl. "I was almost sure she'd play a bigger role." Mistaken bellwethers all too often attended to not knowing the connection to the bigger picture. The glass bowl is filling with water as we speak. "Yeah, i'm a fan of that shit. Bring the boat. Bring the sun. Inflateables, for sure. And don't forget to bring a sledgehammer cause we're breaking out of this bitch!"