Little passenger surveys cockpit with Mother sweetly prompting her to say ‘have a nice trip’. She was charming and was able to parrot Mom word for word. It was a change from the usual ‘say hi to the pilots’ which modesty or embarrassment makes awkward for a child (or an adult for that matter!). The youngster, around knee high, keeps saying ‘where are we going?’ and everyone falls over themselves trying to answer the void: ‘We are going up into the wildblue yonder — or to grandmothers house — or back home’ and I finally figured it out, she kept repeating the question. The adults were communicating on the wrong plain. She was not asking in a worldly sense but thinking in terms of row and seat number. e.g. what is our destination inside the aircraft; from where will we be enjoying this trip?. An obvious concern. Her Mother had ushered her into our confined space and she wasn’t seeing any empty chairs!