We just got back from California yesterday. Here's Austin at Logan airport. I let him sit on the bags coming back from St Martin, I think, and he asked to do it again.
As I pushed him, I kept saying, "You're the pasha! You're Austin pasha! Make way for the pasha!" He giggled and stayed still.
Later in the taxi, I asked him, do you know what a pasha is?
Yes, he says, it's some sort of monkey that lives in the woods and elephants try to eat him.
(Actually, it's an Ottoman title for a general with political power, but I liked the monkey answer.)