Last night I took a rocketship train to Mars. These custom-designed vehicles depart with some regularity from our living room. Baby Mugwort sat in my lap on the sofa with her seatbelt on, which made a loud click. I had to wear one too. It also clicked.
The driver set the engine for six minutes. He fired up both the old and the new engines, which make big explosive noises, and steered along the tracks. Those go straight up into the sky and squeak a lot. Though that may've been the wheels, since there are wheels on the rocketship train too.
It took only 30 seconds to get to Mars so we could visit Uncle Marc, who has a house there. The house has doors so Uncle Marc can eat his noodles and tofu. They're spicy.
I had to unlatch my seatbelt, which mistakenly made a "click" noise until the driver corrected me. They apparently are supposed to make an unlatching noise, which sounds similar to water gushing. Mugwort and I got up to explore but were ordered back into the rocketship train for our return to Earth.
We took our seats again and our seatbelts made the correct clicking noise to indicate closure. The driver set the engines again for 6 minutes, but it took more like 10 and involved a lot of excited jumping up and down and climbing on the sofa to scream "blast off" in my face. The driver also needed to pat the baby's head a few times for good luck, despite advanced training in the safe operation of rocketship trains and interplanetary navigation.
We were approaching Earth's atmosphere when a key turned in the portal, which turned out to be my husband. The mission was scrubbed with a hearty cry of "Hi, Daddy!"
And then it was bedtime.
Just thought you'd want to know where I go when I'm too busy to blog.