Monday, July 14, 2008
We went to Vermont over the weekend to show off our new little Isaac. On the way home last night Andrew had a lot to say about the moon.
"Where is the moon? Where is the sun?"
"I don't know, Andrew. Where are they?"
in a very serious tone, almost a whisper "they're gone."
We opened our sunroof so he could see the moon.
"The moon! It's right there! It's outside! I find it!"
and then tells us, "Andrew and Mommy and Daddy and Isaac and the moon, all friends!"
I asked Andrew if he wanted me to bring down the moon for him (getting my cue from the Eric Carle book, Papa, Please Get the Moon for Me). But Andrew thinks it's better to leave it in the sky.
I love this kid.