Kidisms

The irony of this story is that it happened on Halloween night, after our special dinner out at my son's choice 'Taco Bell.'

We were driving home and he announced "Mom, the moon moved."

"It did?" I asked, concentrating on the traffic.

"Mom, is that bad?" He asked me.

"Well, I don't think the moon moved." I explained.

Pause.

"It did Mom! It moved! It really moved!" His tone was high-pitched.

"Huh." I said.

"Mom, I'm scared. The moon moved and it fell behind us somewhere." I was now beginning to hear the panic in his voice.

"Honey, as soon as we get home, we'll look for the moon and we'll find it!" I tried to explain to him to calm his apparent fright.

"Mom, the moon moved, that's not good!" Now he's starting to cry. I'm trying to drive.

I counted to ten and prayed for something to say to at least calm him down until we could get home and I could show him that the moon didn't move, or fall from the sky.

"Are you sure it's not the clouds that moved and not the moon?" I ask him.

The sobbing stopped and I could hear him intensely searching the sky.

"Is there a bright light behind the clouds? The clouds move. That's how we have wind. The clouds probably covered up the moon." I explained, still driving.

Silence from the back seat.

"You're right Mom, it's the clouds." He announced.

"The moon didn't move."

Phew.

I thought I was going to have to pull over.