As I'm trying to get Liza to go to sleep at the bed and breakfast where we stayed this weekend, I try to get her to relax by talking about what we did that day, which mainly involved eating outrageous amounts of food and having about 1,400 of her second-cousins fighting over the chance to be the next one to help her down the big slide at the reunion site.
"So, honey, what did we do today?"
"Fishies swim under water."
"That's right, we watched the fish swim in the pond at the hotel. What else did we do today?"
"Turtles swim under water."
"Oh, did you see a turtle when you were looking in the pond? If you say so. What else did we do?"
(incoherent rambling for about a minute and a half, followed by) "Arms WAYYY up in the sky. Fly to the moon! Touch the moon!"
"Okay, you want to touch the moon. What do you think the moon feels like?"
"Moon feels sad."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But if you could touch the moon with your finger, would it be rough or smooth?"
"Would it feel like cheese, or like a rock?"
"Like rock. Not cheese. Mama silly."
"And do you think you could stand on the moon? Is the moon big or little?"
"How small? Can you show me with your fingers?"
(moving fingers slowly together as she talks, stopping them about 1/4" apart)"Tiny moon. Very tiny moon. Very very."
"Wow, that IS small. What about the stars? Do you think they feel rough or smooth?"
(incoherent rambling for about a minute and a half, in which the words "moon," "fish," and "turtle" are featured prominently) "Okay?"
"Sure, whatever you say. I think it's time for you to close your eyes and go to sleep now."