Sunday when we were flying around the house trying to get ready for the boys’ first day in nursery, Dr. J picked up the bouncy seat with somebody* in it and starts making engine sounds. As he is walking away I hear him tell what’s-his-face** something about a spaceship and I immediately start trying to intervene.
How about a plane?? Does it have to be a ...
Dr. J interrupts about the time I say “does” and shouts back “there are no wings!! It has to be a spaceship!!!”
God help us. They’ll have spock ears before they can walk. Yes I realize my post title references Star Wars, not Star Trek. If you even knew that and were offended by the liberty I took, you are part of the problem. I suppose there are those that will side with Dr. J on this. (this still supports my point though)
* this is what we call either of them when we are in a hurry and can't think of who is in front of us
** this too. Amazing how quickly we got to this point.