We took Boris to school, then wandered around for awhile until time to get over to "The Beehive".
As we walked, Spike was tightly holding my hand. He looked up at the sky and started leaning further and further backward, but still walking forward.
As he reached the end of his equilibrium, he laughed and fell onto his back.
As I helped him up, I asked him why he was laughing.
He replied, "When I walk like that, I'm walking on the sky!"
