Blowing in the wind

Do you know, when I'm in pre-primary - which is not that far away, after the school holidays - I and Daddy are going to make a chinook. A REAL chinook. 

Oh, ok.

Yes, and we're going to go away on holidays in it. And you'll have to put some mooky in some bottles for Girl. Because we'll be going for months and months.

Oh, are you and Girl going without us?

No, the whole family will go together, but there's no bed so you can't lie down during the day.

Ok. Where will we sleep?

Oh, well.. there are sleeping quarters. But they're potential sleeping quarters, so there's a sign during the day saying you can't sleep here. Not until night time.

Right.

And do you know what the roof will be made out of?

Nope.

Wood! And we'll use plastic and metal and stuff we find in the back yard.

Ok.

And guess how we'll do the washing while we're on holiday? Because there's no washing machine.

I don't know.

In the swimming pool! And we'll open a little hatch in the floor and squeeze the washing out so the water goes out the bottom of the chinook. And then we'll hang them out to dry in the air as we're flying along.

Ok.

And now we have to look on the internet to find out how to make a real, working chinook from backyard detritus.