As we were eating our dinner this evening (a lovely penne with vodka-cream sauce, salad and garlic bread, BTW), my 21 month old daughter looked up, pointed toward the ceiling and said, "I go over the moon."
"You jump over the moon, like the cow jumps over the moon?" I replied.
"Yes. On the moon!"
"What else do you do, Z?"
"I...I painted a camel!"
Um...Okay.
