Eugene's mother almost caught him flying one day. It was a lovely spring morning and he saw a "buhdie" outside his open window. He flew out of his crib and had just landed on the toychest in front of the window when she came into the room.

"Eugene!" she shrieked. She ran over and picked him up and hugged him. He liked that. He did that a couple more times before his father reinforced the sides of the crib.