Reaching for the Stars

Thanks to winter in Minnesota, it now appears to be 10pm when I pick Oliver up from daycare.  He pointed to an exceptionally bright star the other day as we walked to the car.

 "What's that?"

"That's a star, Ollie."

"Star?"

"Yes, a star."

"Get it."

I tried my best to explain why I couldn't get it for him, as much as I'd love to.

"What's that?"

"That's the moon."

"Yeah!  The moon!  Get it."

I tried telling him that they have to stay in the sky so that we can see where we're  going. 

"Get it."

I tried telling him that God put them there so that we can always count on seeing them, every day.

"GET IT!!"

I tried telling him that the sky is where the starts and moon live.

"Geeeeettttttt iiiiitttttt!!!!  Get the moon!" he wailed.

And do I need to even write the obvious, that if I could give him the moon and the stars, oh how I would. 

Luckily for me, Michael decided that night that we would be putting the lights on our tree.  And so Ollie got his star.