Rocket Ship

Jack is fascinated with rocket ships. A couple of weeks ago, while visiting his cousins, he absconded with a faded beige Styrofoam arrow that had been part of a bow and arrow set. The arrow no longer had its fins and Jack thought it made a fine rocket ship. His cousins let him have the arrow and periodically he plays with it.

His preferred method is hold it with one hand and count down, "One, two, three, nine, blastoff!" and throw it in the air. For some reason, he tends to mispronounce "blastoff" which ends up sounding more like "fiestoff."

Tonight before story time, I snapped the enclosed picture of him launching the "rocket."


At the playground, there is a particular play structure he pretends is a rocket ship. It resembles a small house and has a bench inside. He'll announce, "I'm going to outer space!" and will sit in the structure and make the same countdown. "Are you in outer space now?" I'll ask. "Yes," he says. Then, he jumps down off the structure and says, "I'm back!"