Annika is 3, and she has QUITE the imagination. But Annika doesn't have an imaginary friend. Annika has Markship.
Driving down the road a few weeks ago, we were discussing where to eat. We don't eat out often, but when we do, the kids have a say. Siri wanted Chick-Fil-A, and Gannon wanted Whataburger (life in the world of fast food is pretty much over when we leave Texas). Of course they couldn't agree. They both looked to Annika for a decision, a decisive vote. They each plead their case: "Chick-Fil-A has a PLAYGROUND! Don't you want to go inside and PLAY!?!?!?" "Whataburger has COOKIES with the kids meals! YOU LOVE COOKIES!!!!" Annika sat stoic, not blinking, not looking at either sibling. She would not be swayed. She knew what she wanted. Calmly and quietly, she said, "I want to go to Markship."
Markship. So, at three, sometimes places we go and things we see and do have names that aren't entirely accurate. I racked my brain trying to figure out what Markship was.
"Do you mean McDonalds, Annika?" "No, Mommy, Markship!" "Annika, do you mean the place we ate all the lobster in Maine?" "NO, Mommy! MARKSHIP!"
At a loss, I did what any desperate parent would do. I asked for clarification.
"What's Markship, Annika?"
"Mommy. Markship is the restaurant place with the macaroni and cheese. With bathrooms that are always open if you need to go potty. It has pink chairs and pink tables and the food is all soooooo yummy!"
She makes this face while she's telling me about the wonders of Markship.
"Annika, is Markship real?" "No, mommy, but IMAGINE if it WAS!!!"
Since that day, we've learned much more about Markship. It also serves chicken and fries and diet sprite (I don't think she's ever HAD diet sprite), has a HUGE playground with water, there are wooden ships on the floor, and the floor is made of wood. Any time we talk about a place to eat, or what to eat, Marship is recommended. Sometimes, Gannon and Siri ask if we can try Markship. Gannon now has a business model to open a restaurant called Markship.
If you drive past my house this summer, and there are three beautiful kids sitting at a lemonade stand, colored pink of course, be sure to glance at the name. You're probably visiting the first Markship in the USA. Tip well.
