Spread My Wings And Die

(I am having a heart-to-heart with my dad.)

Me: “I want to just move out, you know? Be on my own; spread my wings and fly!”

Dad: “I understand. Just like a dodo bird overlooking a cliff…”

Me: “Dad, dodo birds are extinct; they didn’t fly either.”

Dad: “…and the cliff overlooks plains full of great white sharks that have developed a taste for dodo birds…”