The Moon

Yesterday while Alistair was playing in the living room, he caught sight of the moon. His eyes grew big and he pointed, asking "Wa daht?" "It's the moon." He started clambering towards the window as fast as he could, trying to climb up on the coffee table (he can't even really pull himself up so this was impressive). For the next ten minutes he just wanted to point at the moon and ask what it was. I must have replied "The moon." about fifty times. Later, when Colin was reading him his goodnight story, he mooed like a cow when Colin showed him a picture of the moon.