Rocket ships

Rocket ships have become part of the vocabulary around our house lately. I think we read a book at some point that had a rocket ship in it... or something. Anyway, the idea has stayed around, buoyed by our recent airplane ride.

So, as only 3-year-old imaginations can work, the cushions of one couch stacked up on top of each other on the other couch become a rocket ship. You sit in the cab:

count down and blast off!

Only to land on the floor with the possibility of bruises from the toys you neglected to clean before you decided to fly a rocket ship. And if you are really lucky, you can convince your mom to fly in the rocket ship with you. It's a tight squeeze but apparently it's a case of the more, the merrier.