“ahh, Mom why can’t I go shopping with you?” Matt whined.
“Because, ” Mrs. Fiero began, “you haven’t been practicing. When you can do this…” Mrs. Fiero shook out her red hair and the glow started at the top of her head, Matt didn’t, couldn’t look away. “then you can go shopping with me.”
Mrs. Fiero looked at her son with a smile, “and maybe go to the park.”
Matt soared off to his room, already in his mind he was off running in the park.