Occasionally I’ll take Luke out and show him some constellations, planets, or the Moon. He has developed a special fondness for the moon. Anytime we’re outside (not just when we’re skygazing) he’ll look up and try to find the Moon. If he finds it, he’ll point and say “Mooooon.” It does a dad’s heart good.

This morning while I was getting ready for work he found one of my astronomy books. Seizing the opportunity, I found a nice picture of the moon and asked him what it was. He said “Mooooon.” There was another picture just below it, a closeup of the Moon’s surface. He pointed and said “cheeeeese.” I was thoroughly amused.

In other astronomy-related cleverness, a few months ago Luke pointed out Venus to me as we were walking down the driveway at our old house. Granted, it was the brightest object in the sky. I was impressed nonetheless.