My son asked me for help with his paper airplanes, which are sophisticated enough to require tape.  I have seen his planes fly across rooms in graceful arcs.  As a child myself, my paper airplanes had advanced swiftly to the floor and no further.

I told Elijah that I knew nothing of paper airplanes.  He grimaced in response.

“What do you like about paper airplanes?” I asked.

“I just like how they fly and how they look.” he said.

“When you like how a plane flies, what do you like about it?” I asked.

“You just do it in many different ways.” he said.