"Hey Josie," I said while dishing up a bowl of mac and cheese, "how would you like to watch a meteor shower next week?"
"A meteor shower?! I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Oh," I said stumped. "Why not?"
"I don't really want to go on a rocket ship to the moon."
"Well...I wasn't really thinking of going on a rocket ship. I was planning on just laying on blankets in Boppa and G's yard."
"But we have to go on a rocket ship to see meteors," he replied patiently as if I were the child. "And then we'd go to a planet and there would be giant aliens and scary robots."
"Really?"
"No, silly. I was just kidding about the robots."
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