The boys' imaginative play has a new story line.
F ran up to me this morning, hurling his body into my lap. "I arriving at Mom Planet," he gleefully announced. "I a rocket and so is C and S and we land on Mom Planet." He blasted off a few more times, projecting his body into the space around him, landing on me each time with an exuberant thud.
Ever the English teacher (no, I didn't correct his missing and misused verbs)-- I can't help but acknowledge the metaphor.