At breakfast, out of nowhere: “I want to get a motorcycle so I can ride it like Mr. Adrian.”

After breakfast, while arranging a comforter on the living room floor: “Mommy, Liam and I are making a plane.”
Me: “Would you like to use the laundry baskets?”
Ngaire: “No, we’re making a plane bed. It’s called a blane.”

[Liam: "Blane too!"]