And a Rah, Rah, Rah for Rocket

My 2-year-old daughter enjoys the Disney show called Little Einsteins. Four animated friends -- Leo, Annie, Quincy, and June -- take off on all kinds of flights of fancy in their rocket ship, aptly named Rocket. The kids play instruments, make up songs, and dance to classical music by composers like Mozart and Beethoven, while they try to complete a mission that is inspired by folk art and fine art from around the world.

Every episode, the adventurers ask the audience to help Rocket fly. They pat their hands on their laps to rev him up, then they raise their hands above their heads, saying, “Blastoff!”

Of course, that’s when imagination takes over for my daughter and probably millions of other children.

Well, one fine day when Rocket went skyward, Daddy decided to lift the Elmo plane Ava was sitting on. She loved it! We spun around the room, and then I got as close as I could to the screen, and Ava had joined the friends. Now, she expects me to do it every time … and this old man has to deliver.

Here are two pics, one of me flying Ava and one she took herself of her toy Rocket -- a birthday gift from mom and dad.