Blue Bomber

K. is on an airplane kick.  Well, I shouldn't call it a kick, because he's been interested in airplanes for at least the past year.  But it seems like the interest has ratcheted up considerably lately -- so much so that everything is now becoming an airplane.  His spoon, his crayons ... and our car.

Our car, a blue station wagon, has now become "Blue Bomber" (thanks to my husband) and Kibi just relishes it.  A typical departure in the Blue Bomber (also often referred to as Bluey) goes something like this.

Kibi gets placed in his car seat.

"Copilot Kibi - buckled in? Check."

Mom closes his door and gets in the driver's seat.

"Pilot Mommy - buckled in? Check."

We back out of the driveway.

"Blue Bomber departs from the gate on the approach to the runway."

We turn down our street.

"Air traffic control to Blue Bomber: You are cleared for take off."

I report back to air traffic control.

"Pilot Mommy to Air traffic control: Roger."

We turn down the next street and, if there is minimal traffic, I step (lightly) on the gas ... at this point the "take off" morphs into something of a rocket launch, but Kibi doesn't know the difference, and besides, it is just another way to build the excitement.

"5... 4... 3.... 2.... 1.  TAKE OFF!"

Vroooooommm, down the street we go.  Pilot Mommy looks back at Copilot Kibi, who at this point is sporting an ear-to-ear grin.  Definitely the best part of all for Pilot Mommy!