rocket ships watch Winnie the Pooh.
We were getting into the car at the grocery store last night, when Az looked up and saw a plane flying overhead. It was dark enough that only the lights were visible. “That’s a rocket ship!” she told me.
“That’s a rocket ship?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s a rocket ship,” she said. “It’s going home, it’s tired! It’s going to watch Winnie the Pooh.”
Her innocence and wonderful interpretation so tickled me that I didn’t correct her. I just laughed with her and we went home.