The Moon

This conversation took place this morning in our backyard as I was watering the garden.

Max: Look Mom Mom!


Me: Look at what Max?


Max: The moon, I see a moon!


Me: Yes, baby, that is the moon. What color is the moon?


Max: White. Mommy I get the moon?


Me: Well, darling, you can't reach it.


Max: I jump to the moon. (he then proceeds to jump with all his might, arms reached up as high as he can put them) It's stuck.


Me: Well kind of, we can say it is stuck.


Max: Mom Mom, put the moon in wagon?


Me: Sweetie I can't reach it. It wouldn't fit in your wagon anyways dear.


Max: I need moon in my wagon.


Me: Sorry Max. 


Max: I go to moon.


Me: Maybe one day you will.


Max: Mom Mom, get the moon pease?


Me: Max, if I could I would. 


Max: I no like the moon.

I love this kid. I love our conversations. I love that I am able to stay home with him. I love that I don't miss little conversations like this one.

If I could reach the moon and give it to him, I would. I wonder if he knows that?