Laura's Post:
Thalia (excited as always to see the moon in the afternoon sky):
Dere's da moon! Is it a boy or a girl?
Me: It's a rock.
Thalia: (surprised) Oh! In the rocket ship space?
Me: Um. Exactly.
I guess "celestial body" would have been a more accurate answer. But bodies have...hum.
Thalia loves to wrestle with me when I'm sitting on the couch. If she gets trapped in my leg hold and can't escape, all she has to do is say:
"Open recipe!"
"What? No, it's sesame. Open sesame."
"Open sesame!"
I release her.
"Close recipe!"...