I can't reach it...

Preston was jumping up and trying to reach something. Something I couldn't see. I looked at him with a "umm-what-in-the-world-are-you-doing expression on my face, and asked him what he was doing. "I can't reach it!" was his reply while jumping and stretching.

"Can't reach what?" I asked him. "My imagination! I can't reach it!" I started laughing. I think he meant those little floaty things we sometimes see that is really in the backs of our eyes. It's a real thing. Ask your eye doctor if you don't believe me. But it was so cute that he thought it was his imagination floating away.