Maisey, at two and half years of age, looked up at the sky, saw something wonderful and smiled.
“Look!” she said excitedly.
“Yes dear, birds.” Her mother didn’t pay attention. Maisey wasn’t pointing to the birds. Scowling she tried again.
“Look. Wanna eat.”
“We have lunch after the playpark,” her mother said, still not really paying attention.
Maisey looked up to where the soft white fluffy stuff was floating against the blue. Not even her friends at the playpark could see it. Maisey sighed. She couldn’t understand why nobody else could see that the sky was full of cotton candy.