The moon is very, very hot.

As we were getting ready for bed, Noah looked out the window and spotted the moon. With his sweet little chubby hand and chubby pointer finger, he pointed at that far away moon.

Noah: Look Mom! The moon!

Me: Oh wow! You're right! Look how pretty it is! 

Noah: I touch it? It's very, very hot.

Me: (Laughs) You know what sweetheart? You could absolutely touch the moon. But the moon isn't hot, the sun is. Are you going to be an astronaut?

Noah: gibberish..fly...gibberish...a ship.

Me: In a rocket ship?

Noah: gibberish...ship....fly high!

Me: That's right sweetheart. Rocket ships can fly past the clouds all the way to the moon! 

Noah: gibberish...superman!

Me:...Yup! I bet Superman could touch the moon. 

May he never lose his love for exploration and always reach for the sky.