We’re at the farm, sitting on the verandah after dinner on Saturday. A waxing gibbous moon glows high in the misty night air.
“Daddy, would you like some Moon [to eat]?”
“Yes, that sounds good..”
Lillian reaches into the air far out to her left. “Take a piece of string…”
…presses an imaginary button in front of her. “Press the button…”
…reaches up to the Moon “Got it…”
…hands it to me. “Here you go.”
After a moment she says: “I ate the string!”