Jackson loves this rocket ship. He’s very clear about it being a rocket SHIP, different from just the plain rockets. And, by the way, just about anything can be a rocket, from a fork at a restaurant to the squishy fish in the bathtub to a pool torpedo. He’ll grab it, plunk it down on any available surface (Riley is particularly distressed when this happens to be her head) and shout “TWI, TOO, PAN... BLASTOFF!”
He does spend a good part of the day on the rocketship, and is remarkably fast on it. the front wheels don’t turn, but he’s got the skid-turn perfected. And as seen above, he also loves to ride it naked. After going potty, he bolts for the rocketship and shoots away, giggling manaically.
He also loves to ram into things with the nose of it - the wall, the door, the kitchen cabinets, Riley, Skoshi. It’s actually one of his most frequent infractions these days. Usually it lands the rocketship in time out. Never fails, I come home from work greeted by the standard “MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!..... ROCKETSHIP MIMEOUT!” accompanied by a pouty and downcast look as he gestures to the kitchen table, upon which the rocketship has been confined.
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