This past weekend Eliza and I attended a family reunion in Florida. It was quite the insight into how the mind of a preschooler works.
Virtually all of Eliza's many plane trips have ended with her arrival on St. Maarten on the "big plane" and then on to the "small plane" to Saba where she is greeted by Nana Wilda, Rissa and Smutty the cat. When we landed in Orlando, Eliza immediately asked where the small plane was to take us to Nana Wilda, Rissa, Smutty and a half dozen other family members. Try as I might to explain to her we were in Florida and not St. Maarten or Saba, she would not budge in her belief that Nana Wilda, Rissa and Smutty were just around the corner. My mother even broke out a map of Saba to try to explain the basics of geography to Eliza.
Eliza could identify some of the locales on the map, but was not dissuaded from her belief that she was on her way to Saba. On the way home two days later, she once again insisted that Nana Wilda, Rissa and Smutty would be waiting for us when our plane landed.
I had to disappoint her with the news were landing in Newark :)