This past weekend we celebrated my nephew Finn’s second birthday while my brother and his family were in town for a wedding. One of the days, Grammy arranged for a tour of the local fire station. The kids were diggin’ it.
So was the 11-year-old boy. He needs a haircut.
For whatever reason, MP was a little freaked out by the fire truck’s cockpit. Is that what you call it? That’s what it LOOKS like …
Now I’m thinking about cockpits and roosters and the origin of the words and imagining the Wright Brothers arguing for weeks. Seeing them sitting in their bike shop locked in heated debate. Orville having his heart set on Dickpit. Wilbur reeaaally wanting Prickpit. Their father, being more respectable, urging them to consider Penispit … as their five-year-old nephew runs around screaming “Peepeepit!” Their gay cousin Hector finally coming up with the weiner. And it being Cock ever since.
And I bet you didn’t know, years later, when women started to fly, there was an uprising among those of the feminist set. Clearly, the name was sexist, yes? Amelia Earhart was actually on a protest flight when she famously disappeared without a trace over the Bermuda Triangle.
Who’re you gonna believe? Wikipedia or Mommypie? Seriously. (It coulda been worse …)