"Words Of The Zach" (my five-year-old grandson)
A couple weeks ago on our way downtown to Alive After Five, while sitting at the back of the bus, Zach was holding his two hands up in front of him making a rotating motion. I looked at him and this is the dialogue we had:
Papa: "Are you pretending that you're driving the bus?"
Zach: "No. The bus driver's pretending. I'm driving the bus."
Last Wednesday at 11:30 pm, night time with a full moon while on the way home from the Caldwell Night Rodeo on Chinden Blvd in the context of a conversation about the moon, stars, and the sun:
Papa: "Zach, did you know that the moon is 238,000 miles away?"
Zach: "From our house or from our car?"