Last night after choir practice at church, I was getting Allyson out of the van.
Allyson: Look, Mommy, it's the moon!
Me: Sure is!
Allyson: It looks like an egg. It might hatch soon.
Me: Oh? And what do you think is going to hatch out of there?
Allyson: A baby chick. (sigh) I don't see any shooting stars tonight, just regular ones.
Me: I don't think I've ever seen a shooting star either, so don't feel bad.
Allyson: Mommy? When the moon hatches a baby chick, will the baby chick grow up and lay another moon?
Me: Uh... I guess so.
Allyson: Good. I'm sleepy, where are my jammies?
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