the man in the moon

monday night will was eating a late dinner. i was looking for the moon. and this was the conversation.

will: where's the moon?

husband: it's up there (pointing out the window).

will: you can even see him in the dark!

husband: now it's going behind the clouds.

will: there he goes. he's playing hide and seek.

husband: it's out again.

will: there he goes again. he's going to his house. he's must be tired. it's time for him to go night, night. in his new house.

husband: his new house?

will: yeah. where's mommy moon? she's cooking mac and cheese for him.

husband: oh, that's good, huh?

will: uh, huh.

will: he's tired. it's time for him to go to bed. where's his blanket?

will finished the conversation by singing rock-a-bye baby to the moon.

priceless.