Evening Conversation

Me: "Oo. Look at that moon! It's so pretty!"

Sam: "And it's full! Very nice. But you know what?"

Me: "What?"

Sam: "I think the moon must like me."

Me: "Why?"

Sam: "Because it follows me everywhere. The sun does it, too. Everywhere I go, it follows me."

Me: "You are pretty likeable."

Sam: "Yes. But maybe it's not that. It could be that I have superpowers."

Me: "True."

Sam: "So where do babies come from?"