I was reading On the Moon to the girls last night.
“The moon is very, very far away. What do you think it would be like to go there?”
While I was reading this, Piper announced that she was going to be an astronaut when she grew up. “Then I can go to the moon, right Mom.”
To which I said, “You might need to live in Florida or Houston to be an astronaut, Piper.”
And she replied, “But you would come and visit me when I blast off, right? And again when I land?”
Me: “Of course I would.”
Piper: “Well then okay!”