If I could lasso the moon...

The moon was absolutely beautiful last night.  I pointed it out to Lena as we were on our way to church.  It went a little something like this:


Hey Lena, look at the moon! Do you see it? Isn't it so pretty?


Uhuh, see it, moon! 


...chuch it, Mama, chuch it?


(heart swelling) No, baby, we can't touch it.  It's too far.


Fwy, Mama, Fwy? Chuch it?


Maybe one day, baby. Maybe one day we can fly to the moon and touch it.

If I could lasso that moon, it would be in serious trouble right now!