Wednesday, October 5th 2016
At the end of a lovely walk home together from Taekwondo tonight, 8 y/o boy looks up at the sky and says, “Wow the moon is bright tonight. It’s a croissant.”
Then he catches himself, “I said ‘croissant,’ ha ha ha!”
I say that’s just french for crescent. And that with his blessing I shall evermore like to call it a “Croissant Moon.”
I also retell these two stories;
Gavin is a baby visiting Minneapolis, pointing at the sky.
Me: Yes that’s the moon honey. Isn’t it pretty?
Gavin is 3 years old moon gazing by the grill moon with family.
Me: And it’s so full tonight!
Him: [pause.] What did it eat?
Boy says yes I may call it that.
2010-04 Bite Me to the Moon [23 seconds]:
“Full Beaver Supermoon” on November 13th 2016 (c/o my Cousin Jeffrey Forest):