A week or so back, Sean and I were driving home from somewhere just as the sun was setting and the moon was as big and orange as I have ever seen in my entire life. It was such a wondrous sight, that I pulled the car over to gaze upon it.
“Wowee Sean!” I exclaimed. “Look at the moon! That is awesome!”
We rolled back the moon roof and looked up at this giant golden orb that seemed to hang just above our heads and threatened to drop right into the car.
Sean, although impressed, was not as astonished at its magnificence in the same ignorantly blissful manner as I.
“Mom,” he said, “The reason the moon is so orange right now is because of Jupiter.”
“Yes. The moon, as you know, does not generate light on its own but reflects it off nearby planets. Jupiter is orange and it is close to the moon right now, and that is why the moon looks so big and orange.”
“Yeah. Sure. Of course I knew that. Who doesn’t know THAT?”
“How old are you anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be, like, seven?”
So then, yesterday, when the school sent home a letter saying that if Sean missed any more school this semester a “review” committee might determine that he can’t graduate 1st grade, I laughed out loud.
Yes, I laughed loud and long. Right after I smoothed all my ruffled feathers back into place.