The other day, the boys were discussing flying on an airplane...where we would go next (to see Grandpa & Grandma in PA), maybe we could take a cruise there instead (there was a cruise ship in the bay right then, and bummer that no, it's not by the ocean), when we would go (we don't know yet), how do airplanes fly in the dark (they have instruments that tell them where they are and lights at airports so they don't need to be able to see), maybe we could take a helicopter (no, they don't go long distances like a jet plane), where could we take a cruise ship to (to Hawaii, hopefully we'll have saved enough to go for Mark's 40th in 5 years), etc, etc, etc.
The boys continued their discussion while my mind began to wander. A few moments later, I tune into Jacob telling Andrew that when we go on an airplane next, he will have to bring his piano and the little guitar, and Andrew will have to bring the big guitar and his drums. I ask him to repeat what he's just said, hoping that comprehension on my part will be forthcoming. No luck.
Finally, I simply say, "Jacob, what are you talking about? Don't you think that would be too much to bring on the plane."
"But mom, we need to bwing our inst'uments to fly the aiwplane in the dahk!"
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