Last night, as we were leaving the stores from shoe shopping, I pointed out the moon to Zachary.
"Look, it's the moon".
"No, it is not the moon. It is bella luna."
Broke my little heart.
Then he said,
"I want to touch her, the bella luna."
"It's too high" I said.
"Maybe I can use a ladder to touch her, or a helicopter"...
Sweet stuff.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
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