There are moments in parenting that catch you completely off guard. Moments that make you pause, smile, and think: Where on earth did that come from? This was one of them.
We were just sitting there, doing nothing special, when Miss J. (age 7 years and 4 months, a very precise and important age) dropped this gem of cosmic wisdom:
Hello from Cloud Zero 7 — My Personal Escape Plan
Sometimes I wish I had Arabela’s magical ring—you know, the one from that wonderfully strange Czech TV show from our childhood? Arabela, with the Majer family, the dashing prince, and of course, the eternally meddling Rumburak. That ring could conjure up anything. One twist, and poof—your wildest dreams, reality.
If I had that ring now, I wouldn’t ask for diamonds or castles or eternal youth. I’d simply ask for… a cloud.
Not just any cloud—a sparkling, fluffy, milky-white one. A little puff of sky stitched from cashmere and sunlight, floating just above the noise. I’d call it Cloud Zero 7. My personal sky sanctuary.