Driving home on Monday night, a conversation with my 2 1/2 year old daughter.
- Daughter: Its broken mommie.
Me: Whats broken?
Daughter: the moon mommie, there
Me: Oh my heck! How did it get broken?
- Daughter: The little girl at my church picked it up and went (ugh sound, and uhh sound with hand motions mimicking someone throwing something down)
Me: Why did she do that?
Daughter: I dont know
Me: Can we glue it?
Daughter: no, i cant see the pieces.
Me: Poor moon