On the slide with the baby.
Baby points into distance.
"Ball!"
"Ball!"
"Where's the ball honey? I can't see any ball."
This goes on for twenty minutes.
As we're leaving the park I finally realise that the ball he's talking about is the Moon that's visible in the afternoon sky.
"No honey, I can't get that ball for you. That's the Moon."
"Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball!"
"Sorry sweety, that's, like, a quarter of a million miles away (must Google that fact)."
"Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball!"
Baby proceeds to bitch and cry about the fact that I can't get the ball for him.
He's still obsessing about the moon after his bath and dinner.
It's funny, though, to think that in our age there is at least a very remote possibility that my little boy will one day stand on the moon.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
My Tiny Astronomer
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4 comments:
Like father, like son. That's just beautiful, Tops.
Yep.
First thing he did when he got up was walk to the back door, point out and say;
"Ball?"
Awwwwww...
:-)
my brother apparently had to say goodnight to the moon before going to bed every night. soooo cuuute.
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