If you have kids, you might have noticed there’s a certain age where they point at the moon every time they see it. 

If you don’t have kids, you should still be able to relate, because I’ll guarantee you this:  You used to point at the moon, too. 

A few nights ago we got home from our four year-old daughter’s dance recital just as the sun was going down.

Like usual, our son Tav wanted to stay outside and play, so he and I ended up on the driveway, just the two of us. 

Well, the three of us, counting the moon. 

He spotted it right off.  Tav’s at that “moon-noticing age” right now:  Two.  When he pointed, I looked up and saw it there, a classic crescent moon suspended just above the tree tops against a darkening blue sky.  As you can see by the picture, it did look just a little like it was made of cheese.

Tav spun around toward me and put his arms up, standing on his toes and tugging at my shirt.  I bent down to pick him up and he immediately started climbing me like a ladder, his arm outstretched at the sky—and I realized he wasn’t just pointing at the moon… he was trying to (more…)