When it was first daylight savings time and pitch black by the time picked First Son up from day care, he made this request:
“Mom, I want you to pull down the moon and put up the sun.”
That’s nice, I said. And I would really like it if you stopped sticking toys in your ears.
(We have so far found one googly eye, a portion of a mystery pink toy, and one of his teachers found him sticking his shoelaces in his ear. WHAT IS GOING ON.)