Last night as we were snuggling up in our favorite rocking chair, my three-year-old daughter invited me along on her rocket ship. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To the moon?” “No,” she said, “to Mars. It’s a planet.” Surprised that she knew this, I continued, “And what will be see when we get there?” expecting some fanciful response. Instead, she replied simply, “The Earth… and the moon.”
Woah, when did she get so big? I find myself asking that a lot these days.