(Let me preface this by saying that my nephew Nathan is stationed nearby on a ship called the San Antonio. This ship, unfortunately, has never worked very well. Too bad for Nathan, who joined the navy to see the world... And this conversation happened while crossing a bridge.)
Miss A: There's Cousin Nafan's boat!
Mama: Oh. That's not Cousin Nathan's ship. It looks like it though.
Miss A: Where is Cousin Nafan's boat?
Mama: I think it's out in the ocean.
Miss A: Maybe it sunk!