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"How did you get up there?" our little cousins asked. They were on their tippy-toes, as if their toes would magically get them on the roof too.

"We flew," my brother and I answered.

"No you didn't. Did you?"

"Yup, we did. And you can't come up because you don't believe us."

Our cousins bounced up and down. "We believe! We believe! Can you take us up there too?"

"Nope. It's too dangerous for you two. You're too young." My brother and I smirked. Behind us was ledge we climbed across from our bedroom window. But we didn't tell our cousins that.

"We want to fly! We want to fly!"

"Sorry. Maybe someday when you're older."

"No fair! How come you get to fly and we can't?" Their frowns almost made us laugh, but we kept as stolid as we could.

"Because."

"Because why??"

"Just because."

"Awww c'mon!" They ran around the house, flapping their arms. "We want to fly too!"

My brother and I ducked back from the edge and hooted. "Oh man, this is too funny! They totally believe us!"

"Look, I can fly! I can fly!"

We peeked over the edge again. One of them was jumping up and down.

"You're not flying. You're just jumping around."

"Nuh uh! I was flying for a few seconds! I'm just too young to fly all the way!"

I hid my face and laughed again. My brother kept a straight face. "You're doing it wrong. You have to flap your arms like this."

"That's what I'm doing!"

"That's all wrong. You'll never get it. Forget it; you'll never be able to fly."

Our little cousins hollered and ran around the house again. They leapt about as they ran, arms flapping. "We want to fly! We want to fly!"

"You know, I'm beginning to think that you'll never be able to fly. With that awful arm flapping, you're not going to go anywhere."

The cousins skidded to a stop. One of them stared at us defiantly. "Stop it! You guys can't fly!"

"What? Of course we can! How do you think we got up here?"

"Prove it! Show us you can fly!"

We flapped our arms and got onto the tips of our toes. "See? We're going up, we're going up, we're… naaah, we don't want to fly right now."

"That wasn't flying! You can't fly!"

"Sure we can! There's no other way we could have gotten up here."

"Maybe you climbed up."

"Oh yea? Look around the house. Do you see a place we could have climbed?"

Our little cousins circled the house again, touching the fences and wall in various places to asses their climbability.

"See, there's nothing we could have climbed. We flew."

"Nuh uh! You can't fly!"

I looked at my brother. "I guess they don't believe us."

"Yea," he answered. "I guess they'll never be able to fly."

"You guys are lying poopie heads! You can't fly!"

My brother and I darted from the edge and quickly crawled into our bedroom. We rushed downstairs while our little cousins continued shouting at the roof.

"Hi!"

Our little cousins stopped in mid-word. Mouths still open, they swiveled to see us standing next to them. "How did you get down so fast??"

"We got bored up there and decided to fly down."

"What?! You flew down?? When? We didn't see you!"

"You didn't? You should have been paying more attention. We flew down right next to you."

"Nuh uh! You're lying poopie heads!"

"Okay, fine." I stared the cousins deep in the eyes. "You want proof?"

"Yea!"

I looked at my brother. "Okay, let's fly back up!" We took off around the house.

"Hey!" Our little cousins came after us. Their little legs couldn't match our speed. We made it halfway around the house before they made it a quarter. With our cousins out of sight, we ran into the house, up to our bedroom, and back out the window again.

"Hey you guys! Up here!"

Our little cousins tumbled over each other as they tried to stop. Their little eyes were as wide as golf balls. "You flew!!"

"Yup!"

"You guys can fly! You guys can fly!"

"We told you we could."

"Take us up with you! Take us up with you!"

"No way! You called us lying poopie heads. And that hurt. So we're not taking you anywhere."

"Puh-leeeeease! Take us up there! We want to fly with you!!"

My brother looked at me. "Since they didn't believe us, they're never going to be able to fly, are they?"

"My my, you are correct," I nodded. "What a shame to never be able to fly. Sad."

"We believe! We believe!"

"Yes, very sad indeed." My brother rubbed his cheek to wipe an invisible tear. "Sniff sniff."

Our little cousins stood below us for a frozen moment, mouths agape like a pair of turkeys, then they darted into the house. "Moooooommie!" we heard them cry. "They said we'll never be able to fly like them! We want to fly too!"

As they sobbed, we heard our aunt and uncle trying to stifle a chuckle. My brother and I tumbled over and laughed until we couldn't breath.

"Think we should tell them the truth?" my brother asked between chortles.

I smirked. "Naaah. Let them go back to school next week believing they have flying cousins."

Have you ever been a lying poopie head to younger cousins or siblings?