The plane ride from Orange County to Seattle was surprisingly smooth. Our 3-year-old was distracted by stickers, sketch pads, and the free drink service. Our 6-month-old slept for part of the trip and whimpered a bit toward the end, but she managed quite well. Nobody had a tantrum or a blow-out. We exited the plane with high hopes.
After getting our luggage (and we had A LOT of luggage...a giant suitcase, two carseats, and three carry-ons), we made our way to the car rental area.
At this point, our 3-year-old was practically bouncing off the walls from being "contained" in an airplane for almost three hours. She was running, jumping, dancing, singing, giggling - and being silly as silly can be.
Suddenly she stops mid-dance and yells (at the top of her lungs, for no apparent reason): "SHIP!"
Yes, my friends, she said: "ShiP." Not the bad word it sounds exactly like - the floating vessel that pirates man on the high seas.
I have no idea why, but she's gotten in the habit of randomly shouting out words that are pure nonsense. Her favorites lately are "Spanish!," "Alphabet!," and "Ship!." She thinks it's hilarious to say illogical phrases and will often start snickering to herself immediately afterward.
We are in the process of discouraging the use of the latter word, but it's not easy. Especially because she really does mean "ship." If you ask her what she means, she will say, "It's a big boat."
But the people in the airport certainly didn't stop to ask.
I'm sure they passed right by, nodding their heads in consternation and tsskking our poor parenting skills.