We're learning about the moon now. Craning to find it above the giant billboards or under the day sky, circling the block, swearing it was just here last night... now where'd it go? How can it be gone? We've misplaced it.
What's that called again, I ask? A gibbon?
Gibbous, Mama.
Oh yeah. Tell me again about the crescent phase...
He does. And very well at that.
So that's the last phase of the moon, I ask?
There's no first or last, Mama. It just keeps going.
Woe.
