It is a common subject in our house, rocketships. Bruiser (Matthew) nicknamed his poop rocketships when he first started going on the toilet. They are still referred to that way even when we tell him the more logical name would be submarines.
Lately, Matthew has been telling everyone at our house that they are going to be on his rocketship and he will fly away with us. It's almost like who he takes on his rocketship is who he loves. Who he will protect. He's a sweety.
The terrible threes have not been a factor with this kid, except on rare occasions. He likes to push his sister's buttons!! And he loves to see how much he can get away with. You do have to be on your toes, but you do not have to feel at a loss with this one. You can predict his moves!