Little Dynamo and I were on a taxi from a friend’s house this evening. He was looking out of the taxi’s window.
Little Dynamo: Mommy, I see the moon.
Me: Wow, that’s good.
Little Dynamo: It’s moving.
Little Dynamo: It’s moving fast.
Me: The moon is moving fast?
Little Dynamo: No, it’s not moving. The taxi is moving fast.